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The story so far.

We've seen an old enemy
bring Becky down.

Better luck in your next life.

And we've seen a new friend
raise her up until... Oh, dear.

Becky's secret marriage
made rich aunt Matilda rather cross.

Treasure hunter. Revolutionary.

Our second wedding
united a pair of lovers

in defiance of
both their families.

I will do as my honour demands.

And four happy honeymooners
left one lonely hero behind.

Tonight, Becky finds a new use
for old friends, and why not?

This is Vanity Fair, a world
where everyone is striving

for what is not worth having.

- Shout when you need me.
- What I need is a valet.

In our temporary embarrassment
in the financing of servants...

And grocers and landlords.
Damn it.

You'll just have
to make do with me.

Maybe I'll leave
tomorrow instead.

Tomorrow the rent collector
comes and we can't pay him.

Darling, you rather urgently
need to make some money,

because if I'm to be a camp follower
on a glorious battlefield...

Officers do not
have camp followers.

If I'm going to be an officer's wife
drinking fine wine in crystal goblets,

either way,
I must have pretty underthings.

How shall I concentrate
on soldiering?

- Coast is clear.
- No angry rent collectors,

- no disappointed grocers.
- Routed by superior forces.

Shall I take
Mr George's plate, sir?

Take it away...
and lay it again tomorrow.

And every day.

Till the damn fool runs out of money
and comes crawling back.

Father...

please don't let my brother
go to war unforgiven.

I have nothing to apologise for.

Why should I say sorry to him?

Because Napoleon will be upon us horse
and foot before three weeks are over,

and give us such a dance as to make the
war up until now seem like child's play.

We are only going to Brussels,
Dobbin.

Famously full of fine people
and ladies of fashion.

Well, I hope you will
represent our destination

in that kindly light
to Mrs Osborne.

Amelia will enjoy the party.

Half of London society
is already there.

Dobbin... it's an adventure.

Smile.

Now, what's this, crybaby?

I'm... I'm just writing a
letter to my mother, sir.

Gad.

The poor lady is just
so damned kind to me.

Now, you be a good soldier,
Ensign Stubble.

Just think, sir,

all the men here, sir,

all their mothers
and all their sweethearts...

How many of us
will come home again?

Make her proud.

I could not leave England
without coming here,

without taking...
possibly my last chance

of saying something to you of truly
vital importance for myself and...

and-and I hope,
Miss Osborne, for you, too.

Captain Dobbin,
I'm quite overcome.

Oh, oh, God.
Oh, no, I'm so sorry.

I...

I've failed to
make myself clear.

I've come with someone else's
happiness in mind, not my own.

Ah, Captain Dobbin.
Off to war, is it?

Show them all we are not afraid
of any damned Frenchman, what.

Is the quarrel of my making?

What did I ever
seek but his good?

For which I've been toiling like a
convict since the day he was born.

Still, should anything
happen to him, I think...

I think you would never forgive yourself
if you hadn't parted in charity.

George has had three times
as much money from me

as I warrant your
father ever gave you.

My father was a grocer, sir,
and I a scholarship boy.

And he never found you
a West Indian bride

to keep you in wealth
all your long days.

I am a self-made man,
but I raised my son a gentleman.

And he repays me by
marrying in the gutter.

Mrs Osborne is the best
creature in the world.

And no man shall insult
her in my presence.

Pistols at dawn, is it?

Good work, Captain Dobbin.

I hope you can
live with yourself.

In a few days we'll set sail

and nobody is going to send
bailiffs all the way to Belgium.

I might if some scallywag
owed me three months' rent.

But in the grand scheme of things,
our little debts are nothing.

There's a grand
scheme of things.

Some of the men marching today

have been fighting this
war for more than 20 years.

Survivors like you.

Someone has to win,
and why shouldn't it be us?

Do we not emerge the victors
from every challenge?

How are we going to
pay for this hotel?

All you have to do, my love, for my plan
to work out is play your cards right.

- Point of four.
- Making.

- 39.
- Not good.

I've got 40.

I believe your Rawdon is widely
famed for his skills as a player.

Everyone has to be
good at something.

I think of it as a useful way of keeping
all foolish gentlemen out of trouble.

Oh, Becky,

we leave all our
troubles behind.

Full house.

I think that's a hundred down,
Osborne.

And sway.

And cast off. Right foot first.

You never used to complain
about my dancing before.

Come on.

Oh, no, no. No, no.

Becky is always so lively.

She has a light heart,
it's a good thing in a woman.

You like her better now,
I'm glad.

Oh, Captain Dobbin,
we've missed you.

Mrs Osborne, very glad
to have found you both.

I have a letter from
home for George.

- Has the old monster relented?
- Becky.

It's not father's handwriting,
it's odd.

It's from his lawyer.

"I am commissioned by Mr Osborne

to inform you that in
consequence of the marriage

which you have been
pleased to contract,

he ceases to consider you henceforth
as a member of his family.

This determination
is final and...

irrevocable...

as is this settlement."

2,000 pounds.

- Dearest love.
- This is all your fault.

Don't speak to her like that.

He means me, not Amelia.

George!

George.

Is not 2,000 pounds
an immense deal of money?

To a common foot
soldier it's a fortune.

On and on at me, never shut up until you
had me married, and ruined, and now...

I'm a beggar, and a married
beggar, too, and it's your fault.

But you are still the
luckiest man in the world.

How can you not see that?

He doesn't even write himself.

He gets his lawyer to do it.

And what the devil am
I to do with 2,000 pounds?

I lost 140 pounds to
Rawdon Crawley yesterday.

Well, George, I imagine you'll
have to live on your pay.

How can a man like me do that?

How am I supposed to keep
up my position in the world?

And, no, do not say I could live as you
do, with no fun and no entertainment.

Or do you want my wife to
take in soldiers' washing?

Control yourself, George.
She's here.

She's cost me dearer than
I ever imagined, Dobbin.

A fine manager of a gentleman's
affairs you've turned out to be.

- Darling?
- All is well. Yeah.

They'll set sail tomorrow

so the minute you set eyes on
Captain Osborne in the morning

make sure to ask him for the
money before he gets on that boat.

Ship, not boat.

Oh, I correct you and
you don't like it?

Nonsense, I love it, just...

don't make a habit of it.

So, what's our plan?

Once we get to Belgium, I'm going to
look for new gaming partners for you.

- Very good.
- And new friends.

Useful people with more reliable pockets
who are generally just... less annoying.

In your spare time, Becks,
can you also win us the war?

Do you doubt it?

Non, that is trop cher,
madame, trop...

- much money.
- Tant pis.

I wish Becky were here.

She'd know how to
make a pretty bargain.

I hope she joins us soon.

If you want female company
even on our honeymoon,

your wish has sadly come true.

Sure, it's Captain Osborne,
and this...

your new lady wife?

Amelia, may I present
Major O'Dowd of ours.

And his lady wife, which is to say
me, Peggy O'Dowd of Glenmaloney.

And now, shoo, Major O'Dowd,
and you, too, Captain Osborne.

Away to the mess wit' you now.
Men!

Always in the way.

Would you ever think there
was a war on, Mrs Osborne?

To see all these flowers.

- So many soldiers, Mrs O'Dowd.
- Lord love 'em.

Does your husband expect
an actual battle very soon?

Now, we are army wives, my dear.

Our sacred duty is to
keep our men cheerful

and try not to think about
all that till the last minute.

Ah, look around you, Amelia.

Observe the quality, these
are exactly the sort of people

we should be moving amongst.

Such an opportunity to shine.

My Lady Bareacres, how marvellous it is
to see you and how charming you look.

Do I know this young man?

Captain Osborne, Mama.

Famous for flirting.

Flirting, gambling,
charming all the ladies

and riding into war with the King's
army, at your service, my lady.

Faintly delicious whiskers.

Inferior regiment.

And married.

Fading already.

- That is the quality?
- I shall invite them to dinner.

- No.
- Why the great ladies of quality

should leave your pretty side
for that ugly owd fellow...

That is General Tufto of
the Household Cavalry.

I do know that, young man.

Does he have me
for an utter fool?

- Ach, no, Peggy.
- And there's his aide-de-camp.

Thank heavens. That means
Becky must have arrived.

Gentlemen.

My dear Mrs Crawley.

Mon generale.

Oh, you naughty man.

For the prettiest lady in
the regiment, eh, Crawley?

You lucky devil.

Famous frontal development.

Oh, she is changed.

George, how beautiful she looks.

All the other ladies
have a bouquet.

Emmy,
why didn't you have a bouquet?

Might that be because
you didn't buy her one?

Would you stand down, old girl?

I shall be quite safe, darling.

At last we are alone,
Mrs Crawley.

Enter.

Captain George.

So nice of you to join us.

The general and I were rather
moping in here, all alone.

- Infantryman?
- Yes, sir.

Excuse me.

She's my dearest friend.

No better than she should be.

Dear me, what an old fool.

Thank you for being my
knight in shining armour.

Mrs Crawley, you look ravishing.

All eyes are on you tonight.

Then all eyes are blind,

for there is not a woman in Belgium
prettier than your lady wife.

I don't know where everyone gets this
idea that I don't appreciate her.

She is a treasure, and you,
naughty man, are not worthy of her.

Bring her to me and
I'll tell her myself.

Oh, come tomorrow.

You may get revenge
for that 140.

Indeed.

Please.

Imagine, Amelia, our general dines this
evening with the Duke of Wellington.

He is honoured.

The commander-in-chief gives at
least four grand dinners a week.

He ordered an entire wagon
of silver plate from London,

and every day is seen in the park
with a different lady on his arm.

He makes very sure we can
all see that no Englishman

shall lose a wink of sleep
over a little Corsican.

I'm told the French have
crossed the frontier.

That's more than
anyone's told me.

Though I am only an officer,
whereas you...

Whereas we are on the staff

and General Tufto is a great
flirt of mine, isn't he, Rawdon?

Shame he doesn't play,
for he is made of money.

Come on, Osborne,
wipe the floor with me.

Becky, where are his rooms,
the general's rooms, I mean.

Next to ours, of course.

Rawdon is his aide-de-camp.

So close? Won't people talk?

My dear little creature, how can
we, with our means, live at all

but for a friend
to share expenses?

Well...

What?

Do you suppose Rawdon is not big
enough to take care of my honour?

Oh, no.

I did not mean to cause offence.

None is taken.

I'm sorry.

I do find having to
be charming and flirt

all day and half the
night gets rather wearing.

Now, what are those
naughty men of ours up to?

- Point of four.
- Good.

I've got 40. Four points.

May I light it for you?

You're too kind.

Lord, how I love that smell.

Play on.

Perhaps we should raise a
toast to new friendships?

Enjoying your meringue,
Lady Bareacres?

Meringue, my lord,
that's what it's supposed to be.

Meringue?

Mama, my digestion is possibly
too refined for le continent.

It's probably not le continent
that is at fault, darling.

But the societe.

Ah, the society.

And how brilliant it is.

And all on display
tomorrow night.

Lady Blanche,
I hope I shall have the pleasure

of appearing on your
card more than once.

Dance with you?

As long as you save the
quadrille for me, George.

Well, surely she's not invited?

How could they be so rude?

How can they think they
are so much better than us?

Because they are better than us.

They are Lord and
Lady Bareacres.

Their daughter is promised
to a duke of the blood.

How much did last night cost us,
George?

The trembling lip and the
constantly on the verge of tears,

it's enough to drive a man mad.

- Why can't you be more like...
- Like Becky?

She lives off her wits,
as we must learn to do.

You never liked her before she
learned to flirt and toss her hair.

- Oh, for God's sake.
- Let us not quarrel.

Please, God, let us not.

George. George, please don't go.

Sorry, sir.

The flower, monsieur?

Can I have those, please?

Oui, bien sur.

It's quite simple, darling.

If I don't flirt with them,
they don't visit.

If they don't visit, you don't play
and if you don't play, we starve.

You're just a little
too good at it, Becks.

Osborne has convinced himself
that you are in love with him.

Oh, Captain Osborne,
so handsome, so dangerous,

can I light you another cigar?

If I shan't be the finest lady at the
ball, I shall be the most charming.

So everyone will want to meet us

and all the wealthy gentlemen
will want to play you

and they will all have
to form an orderly queue

with foolish George
Osborne firmly in the rear.

Now, that is what I call a plan.

Seems that the general
does not give up so easily.

They're not from the general.

They're from Captain
George Osborne.

Darling, no, I mean it.

I mean it. Not if he were
the last man on earth.

Non, non, Isidor. Careful, man.

Mr Joseph!
Oh, how utterly delightful.

Miss Sharp.

Oh, my dear, are we going to a
ball? Do I have time to change?

Isidor, careful.

Merde! Idiot!

It's Mrs Crawley now.

This is my husband, Captain
Crawley of the Life Guards.

Rawdon, may I introduce
Amelia's brother, Mr Sedley?

You've had a truly dreadful
journey, you poor thing.

Madam,
the collector of Boggley Wallah

was not intended by his
maker for sea travel.

But how could I
miss the excitement?

And how do I get a ticket?

Hen's teeth, old boy, sorry.

Mrs Crawley!

General Tufto.

Radiant.

Oh, but poor show.

The lady deserves better,
Crawley.

Oh, gosh.

This way, my dear.

Gosh, are you going to have to
fight that man in a duel now?

Moustaches are
strictly for soldiers.

Continental soldiers.

For God's sake, man,
shave them off.

Oh, sorry.

Sorry.

I'm so sorry.

My Lady Bareacres, may I
request a place on your card?

Shall we?

We needn't know them in England.

General Tufto, Captain Rawdon
Crawley, and Mrs Crawley!

You wouldn't have enjoyed it
anyway, Mick, you old fool.

Much happier in here
writing your orders.

There'll be such a
ball danced tomorrow

as some of
'em has never heard the tune of.

Dearest, why do you sit here
all alone and dismally unhappy?

Where's your naughty
Captain George?

Becky, I wish our
friendship was as before.

Alas, we are married women now.

George is very poor now...

If you don't want George to gamble
with Rawdon, then just stop him.

How can I?
I promised to obey him.

That stuff is just make-believe,
the things you say in church.

Amelia, the days are
gone when it was possible

for a woman to live her
whole life as a girl.

I seek a partner for the waltz.

Go on, Amelia,
please your husband.

You are the dancer.

He's so brave,
so clever, so handsome.

It's not his fault
I make him unhappy.

No, no, don't say such things.

I've cost him his father...

and his fortune.

Alas, Mrs Crawley is leaving.

Everybody was
looking at my wife.

Everybody was
dancing with my wife.

But she shall dance
home with you.

What? When?

You never used to
like her at all.

"Sharp by name,
sharp by nature."

Rebecca...

Read it.

I mean every word.

William...
May I call you William?

You've always been very kind
to me. Please take me home.

My lords, ladies and gentlemen, it
is my sorry duty to have to tell you

that Napoleon is reported
marching on Brussels.

- God save the King.
- God save the King!

All officers to report to
their regiments immediately.

Battle begins.

Come on,
let's get you back to base.

Sorry, sir.

The Duke of Wellington himself
calls them the scum of the earth.

- But on the battlefield?
- Lions.

You will bring
George home to me?

For God knows,
I cannot live without him.

I will.

Let's get you inside.

My double barrel,
let's say 40 guineas.

My driving cloak, sable lining,
you'll get 50 pounds for that.

Duelling pistols.

My two horses,
down in the stables.

Never fear.

We're not done
with your aunt yet.

Come back a hero, and we'll
rattle your medals in her face.

Dearest, I have calculated my
current worth at 600 or 700 pounds.

Taking into account the jewellery
General Tufto has given me.

I'm relieved to hear that
even now you have a plan.

If the worst comes to the worst,
do not fear for me.

I shall flatter Jos Sedley into
giving me a seat in his carriage.

But when I'm leaving
a wife at home...

maybe somebody else, too...

Oh, good Lord, I hope not.

...I should like to
provide for my family.

As a gentleman.

That is no laughing matter,
Mrs C.

Don't cry, little woman.

I may live to vex you yet.

I must go.

You know, I'm a thousand times
happier, married to you...

than I ever thought
I could be in this world.

Let's go!

Becky!

"Becky, you have captured my heart.
I know you feel the same.

We must be together.

Let us fly tonight.
Yours, George"

George!

Don't drink any more.

Drink? There's nothing like it.
Have some yourself.

Loosen up that lantern jaw.

The enemy has crossed the river.
Can you not hear the bugles?

They're just drunk,
the lot of them.

Drunk or sober, they march
with us in three hours, George.

Three hours?

I confess, I never thought
it would actually happen.

Well, it is happening!
It's happening now.

Emmy.

She's safe in your rooms.

I'm leaving her with nothing.

I have no money for her.

I've ruined her life and mine.

I'm not fit to be a married man.

Go to her. Go to her.

There's still time
to put things right.

Yes.

Thank you, Peggy.

I've packed you
a pint of brandy.

All the years I've
served as an army wife...

and I've never
got used to this.

I don't deserve you.

Please, just hold me close.

We march in 15 minutes, Sedley, and
neither George nor I may ever come back.

Oh, you'll be fine.

You are not to stir from
this town, do you hear me?

You will stay here and
watch over your sister,

- and see that no harm comes to her.
- They're miles away.

Jos, if anything should
happen to George, remember,

she has no-one in
the world but you.

You'll see her safely out of
Brussels in the event of a defeat.

Defeat? No, impossible.

You're just trying
to frighten me now.

I'm ready.

oh, dear, is she ill?

Hurry,
before she collapses again.

So, here we are, boys.

For crown and country.

Halt!

Gentlemen, shall we?

Stuff and nonsense!
We are two to one, sir,

against any force Boney
can bring into the field.

The Prussians were
two to one at Jena,

and Napoleon took their army
and their kingdom in a week.

The Duke shall crush him.

They say that Wellington
is fled already, my lord,

and that his quarters got
ready for the Duke of Dalmatia.

I have it from his own maitre-d.

Rumours.
Get me my coat and cap, sir.

I shall go out and
learn the truth.

Do it myself.

Not in that military coat.

You want to get caught
by the French and eaten?

Gad.

Are you joining the army,
too, Mr Jos?

Is there to be nobody left in
Brussels to protect us poor women?

I should like to see the action.

Any man of any spirit would.

You men.

Parting and danger
are nothing to you.

Captain Crawley
left me this morning

as gay as if he was
going to a hunting party.

Admit it.

You were going to join the
army and leave us to our fate.

My dear madam,
my duty keeps me here.

I can't leave that poor
creature, my sister.

I hope I, too, may appeal to you

for comfort and for shelter...

when the time comes.

I imagine you'll be the one doing the
looking after, as Jos is so hopeless.

Why are you here, Rebecca?

I came to see how you are.

You don't love your husband.

You would not stand there
with dry eyes if you did.

Tell me.

Did I ever do you
anything but kindness?

- Indeed no.
- When you were poor...

who befriended you?

- You did.
- Was I not a sister to you?

You were, but...

Then who sent you to separate those
whom God has joined together?

Amelia, I protest before God...

His love was everything to me.

You knew it.

You wanted to rob me of it.

For shame, Rebecca!

Bad and wicked woman,
false friend and false wife!

I have not betrayed my husband.

Have you not betrayed me?

What have I done to you that you
should try and take him from me?

I did nothing to encourage him.

I had him for six weeks.

It was tomfoolery,
it was vanity,

you know how he prevented
my marriage to Jos.

I couldn't resist playing him along,
but nothing really happened, I swear.

Don't you dare sit there!
Get up!

We sat there.

My husband and I.

And I was on his knee,
and his arm around my neck,

and we said Our Father
Who Art In Heaven,

and they came
and took him away.

But he promised me to come back.

- He will come back, my dear.
- Leave me.

I cannot bear the sight of you.

Mrs O'Dowd.

Mrs O'Dowd, poor little Mrs Osborne
is in a desperate condition.

- I've cares of my own enough today.
- She's mad with grief.

What, she doesn't want you?

Who used to be so fond of her.
No.

Oh, dear God, already.

- What is it?
- Heaven defend us from all fools,

it's cannon fire.

God in heaven, please bring
our menfolk safe home.