All language subtitles for Vanity Fair Episode 1

MAN:
Little Becky Sharp.

Give us a kiss.

Pretty, pretty girl.

MAN: Turn around.

Not too much, Pa.

Miss Murphy, will you hold

the damn pose?

( coughing )

( continues
coughing )

CHILDREN:
" Savez-vous
planter les choux? "

" � la mode, � la mode "

" Savez-vous
planter les choux? "

" � la mode de chez nous? "

" � la mode, � la mode "

" � la mode, � la mode "

" Savez-vous
planter les choux? "

" � la mode de chez nous? "

" Savez-vous
planter les choux? "

" � la mode, � la mode "

" Savez-vous
planter les choux? "

" � la mode de chez nous? "

" � la mode "

" � la mode "

" � la mode "

" � la mode "

" Savez-vous
planter les choux? "

" � la mode de chez nous? "

Alors, tr�s bien, mes enfants.

�a, c'est ma derni�re le�on
fran�aise.

That's the last lesson
you'll ever get from me

for I'm leaving today

and you'll never
see me again.

( sobbing )

Alors, r�p�tez apr�s moi :

Au revoir, mes amies.

CLASS:
Au revoir, mes amies.

Bonne chance.

Bonne chance.

Et baisez mon cul .

Et baisez mon cul .

Merci .

Tr�s bien. Au revoir.

( girl sobbing )

Ready, Amelia?

Yes.

Come on.

Let's say good-bye
to the old women.

"I have the honor to present
Miss Amelia Sedley

"to her parents

as a young lady
not unworthy..."

Oh, by no means, sister.

"...of their polished
and refined circle.

"In leaving the mall,

"Miss Amelia
carries with her

the hearts of her companions..."

Oh, so beautifully
you put it, sister.

"...and affectionate regards
of her mistress

"these last six years.

"Your obliged
and humble servant,

"Barbara Pinkerton.

"P.S.

"Miss Sharp

"accompanies Miss Sedley.

"It is particularly requested
that Miss Sharp's stay with you

"may not exceed ten days,

"at which time she is to
take up the post of governess

in a very good family. "

Ah, here you are.

Come in, Miss Sedley.

And, Miss Sharp,
I suppose.

Miss Sedley,

Amelia, my dear child.

We wish you all
the good fortune in the world.

See?

Johnson's Dictionary-

to remind you
of your time here.

Thank you, Miss Pinkerton.

Miss Sharp,

I bid you good day.

I make no presentation.

You've shown yourself
incapable of gratitude.

I beg your pardon.

I taught a little French here

and you paid me
a pittance for it.

No occasion
for gratitude

on either side,
I should say.

Bye, Miss Jemima.

Oh, good-bye, Becky dear.

( all yelling good-bye )

MAN:
This all
your luggage, miss?

Yes, it is.
What of it?

I only asked.

Hand me in, then.

All aboard, John.

Stop!

Sandwiches, my dears.

And, Becky, I brought you
a dictionary after all,

but don't tell my sister.

Good-bye, my dears!

Tell her she can keep
her dictionary.

( Becky laughing )

Thank God I'm out
of that house.

I wish it were at the bottom
of the Thames.

Becky, how can you

dare have such wicked,
revengeful thoughts?

Revenge may be wicked,
but it's natural.

I've been treated

worse than
any servant
in the kitchen.

I should have told her
to baiser mon cul,

except she doesn't understand
a word of French.

I know baiser is to kiss,

but...

( gasping )

( laughing )

Let's see what her letter says.

Oh, Becky.

Did you say your brother

will be coming
to supper tonight?

Yes, he's newly returned
from India.

And his wife, I expect.

No, Joseph isn't married.

Oh, isn't he?

No, there were no white women
in Boggley Wollah.

I believe Joseph
has been very lonely there.

Emmy, my darling!

WOMAN: Miss Sharp.

BECKY:
So pleased to meet you, ma'am.

WOMAN:
Well, you're very, very welcome,
my dear.

Now, come in.

What's this, then?

That's Miss Sharp's
luggage, that is.

Travels a bit
light, don't she?

Governess- riffraff.

Ah.

AMELIA:
Look at these
lovely shawls.

Joseph brought them
back from India.

It must be delightful
to have a brother.

I want you to have
one of them.

Which do you like best?

Truly?

My poor father could never
afford to give me anything.

I've never had
more than two frocks.

Oh... How you must love
your brother.

Shall we go down?

Then you can meet him
for yourself.

AMELIA:
Don't be alarmed, Joseph.

It's only your sister.

This is my friend,
Miss Sharp.

Yes.

You've heard me

mention her, I know.

No, never.

Upon my word.

That is to say, um...

Abominable cold weather, miss.

( whimpers )

( whispers ):
He's very handsome.

Do you think so?

I'll tell him.

No, please.

Don't think of it.

Shall we have
the pleasure

of your company
at dinner, Mr. Sedley?

What?

Good Lord, no.

That is to say, um...

I promised Bonamy,
you know.

My buggy should
be at the door
this moment.

Uh, oh, Lord.

Well, well.

Papa!

Schooldays are over, eh?

Come and give your
old papa a kiss.

Oh...

That's it.
That's my good girl.

And this is

your friend, Emmy?

Miss Sharp,
I'm very happy to meet you.

Sir.

What have you

been doing to Joseph?

He says he won't dine
with us, Papa.

Can't, sir,
not in this rig-out.

Impossible.

MR. SEDLEY:
Nonsense.

Chap like you, handsome
enough to dine anywhere.

Isn't he, Miss Sharp?

Mmm.

Excellent.

Capital, Mother.

Good as my own curries
in India, hmm?

Oh...

I must try some
if it's an Indian dish.

I'm sure everything must be
good that comes from there.

Oh, be careful,
Becky.

( snickers )

( scattered light snickering )

Delicious.

( laughing )

You like it as well
as everything else

that comes from India,
Miss Sharp?

Mmm, excellent.

Hmm.

Try a chili with it, Miss Sharp.

Oh, yes.
How fresh and cool they look.

Becky!

( loud crunching )

( scattered snickering )

( laughing )

Well, Emmy, your friend's
got pluck, I'll say that.

Well done, Miss Sharp.

More curry?

( all laughing )

For shame, sir, to take
advantage of my innocence.

But truly, truly...

( gasping )

Did you think him
handsome, Becky?

Yes, truly, I did.

And what's more important...

I'm sure he has a warm heart

And that's worth more than
anything, far more than riches.

Oh, I believe Joseph
is quite rich.

Oh?

He is the collector

of Boggley Wollah,
you know.

No need to rub so hard,
Mrs. Blenkinsop.

( piano plays lightly )

BECKY:
What a wonderful picture.

How brave you must be
to sit up so high.

Oh, don't know about that,
you know, uh...

What a big...

Nose he has.

( stammering )

Trunk.

We call that his trunk.

Oh.

Yes.

And in India...

Hmm?

Do all the gentlemen

ride about
on elephants every day

as they do
on horses here?

No, not every day,

uh, but for tiger-hunting
and suchlike...

Tigers?

You go tiger hunting?

Truly?

I should be terrified.

And have you shot any?

More or less, you know.

Um... Like to see the tiger

could get the better
of Jos Sedley.

( light roar )

( laughter )

That girl's setting
her cap at our Jos.

The artful
little creature.

She'll go tomorrow.

MR. SEDLEY:
Well, why shouldn't she,

if she's a mind to him, hmm?

That boy's destined
to be a prey to women.

She has no
breeding, John.

Her father was only
a drawing master.

We haven't all that much
breeding ourselves,
Mrs. Sedley.

( piano stops )

AMELIA: Mama...

Miss Sharp has no kind parents

to arrange these
delicate matters for her.

( laughing )

Jos.

Do you remember
promising to take me

to Vauxhall Gardens
when I was old enough?

Me? No, never.

Yes, you did.

And now will be the perfect time,
when Becky is with us.

Oh, delightful.

I've always longed
to see Vauxhall.

Then, uh, at your service,
Miss Sharp.

MR. SEDLEY:
Hold on, hold on.

The girls should have
a gentleman apiece.

Emmy, send round to number 96

and ask George Osborne
if he'll come.

Oh, is...

Is the regiment returned?

MR. SEDLEY:
Yeah, I heard it

in the club this morning.

But do you think
it would

be proper of me
to invite him?

Well, of course, it would.

You've been sweethearts since
you were children, haven't you?

Papa!

You mustn't talk so
before Miss Sharp.

( low growling )

( birds chirping )

Jos...

Has this Mr. George Osborne

really been Emmy's sweetheart
since you were little?

No- Papa loves
to tease me

But, you know, I have
known him ever so long.

Papa helped Mr. Osborne,
George's father,

to get started
in business

and I think he
and Mr. Osborne

have always hoped
and intended

that one day
George and I...

( growling )

And indeed, I have
always liked George

more than anyone.

He's the sweetest, kindest,

bravest. . .

Oh, Becky, I believe
he's the best of men.

Hmm.

Is he very handsome?

Oh, I think so.

I think he's handsomer

than any man I've
ever set eyes on.

He's a lieutenant
in the 130th, you know.

Oh, Becky.

What is it?

There, it is he.

GEORGE: Well...

Here's a turnup.

I was just coming to call.

This is my friend,
Miss Sharp.

Delighted to make
your acquaintance, Miss Sharp.

Thank you, sir.

Hello, Jos,
how are you?

Oh, I'm...

Well, now you ask,
my liver ain't too...

Will you come to heel, sir?

( no audio )

Oh, yes.

W-we were planning
a little outing

tomorrow evening, uh,
Amelia, Miss Sharp, and I,

to Vauxhall Gardens.

Care to join us?

Vauxhall Gardens?

Capital idea, Jos.

Capital idea.

GEORGE:
Well, are we
all ready?

I've remembered who
you are, Miss Sharp.

Your, uh, father was
drawing master

at Pinkerton's,
wasn't he?

And you

were engaged to, uh,
talk French to the girls,

am I right?

Yes, sir,

quite right,

and soon,
I'm to leave all my friends

behind me to become
a governess.

Sir Pitt has
summoned me early.

So I shall be
quite beneath the notice

of fine gentlemen
like yourself

and Mr. Sedley.

I say, now- deuce take it-
that's not on, I mean...

( doorbell clanging )

GEORGE:
Oh, by the way,
I hope there's room.

I've invited Captain Dobbin,
of our regiment

to go with us
to Vauxhall.

God knows,

He's no Adonis.

But he's, uh...

( clears throat )

...wonderfully useful

for carrying shawls,
finding waiters, and so on.

SERVANT:
Captain Dobbin.

( clanging )

Sorry I'm late, George.

GEORGE:
Amelia, I don't think

you remember Captain
William Dobbin of the 130th,

and this is
Miss Rebecca Sharp.

Well, come on, Dobbin.

What are you staring
at, you gawky?

I-I had not thought
that Miss Sedley

would have grown up
to be so beautiful.

Well, good God, man,
why shouldn't she have done?

And there's
another lady present, William.

Oh, Miss Sharp...
I do beg your pardon.

I-I didn't mean...

Granted, I'm sure.

Oh, we all have
to forgive Dobbin.

He's the clumsiest man alive,
but there's not

a finer fellow in the service.

DOBBIN:
But I remember you

Miss Sedley, from when
you were a small child.

And I remember you,
Captain Dobbin.

Indeed, I always had an idea

that you were
at least seven foot high.

( lantern squeaking )

GEORGE:
Well, now,
ain't that touching?

Miss Sedley?

Miss Sharp?

( dramatic, festive
music playing )

( grunting )

MAN:
Very nicely turned out.

( cackling )

Are you available,
darling?

I say, Dobbin, just look to
the, uh, shawls and things,

there's a good fellow,

and make sure we get
a decent table for supper.

If we get separated,
we'll all meet there.

Now, Miss Sharp, don't
lead young Jos astray.

Amelia.

And did you ever think
of me, George,

when you were so far away?

Did I ever
think of you?

Every hour of
every day, Emmy.

Oh, George.

WOMAN: Help me!

Help!

( gasping and laughing )

Please, help me!

Help!

( murmuring enthusiastically )

( applause )

( cheering and applause )

MAN: Bravo!

( muted music continuing )

So, what is there
besides tigers and elephants?

( chuckles )

Oh, uh...

Parades, you know...

Durbars-

th-they're like
gatherings of the clans-

and balls.

And what sort of people
go to the balls?

Too many Scotsmen,
I can tell you that.

( chuckles )

Yes.

I-I can't abide a
Scotsman, you know.

( stammering )

And some damn fine
pretty ladies, too.

But... But...

( chuckles )

What, Joseph?

There's precious
few of them

as pretty as
you, Becky.

Oh...

( chuckles )

You mustn't say such things,

for I'm sure
you don't mean them.

I-Indeed I do
mean them, Becky.

I daresay you've said them
to a score of girls before.

Oh! Not I.

Well.

I'll believe you, then.

Oh, how I should love
to see India.

Should you?

Oh, I should.

Ah, well...

You know...

Stranger things
have happened.

Oh, Mr. Sedley...

Joseph...

What do you mean?

( no audio )

( Becky and Joseph gasping )

Oh.

What a fright.

Good Lord,

fireworks already?

That means
it's suppertime.

I'm deuced hungry,
ain't you?

Starving.

And the governor himself-
that's Lord Minto, you know...

Uh, fine man...

Knows me well.

He says, in front of them all, you
know- uh, nabobs and rajahs,

the whole
panjandrum-

"No," he says,
"We won't begin

without Tiger Sedley."

"Tiger Sedley?

Well, well, well,
who-who's that?"

says the nawab of Pataudi.

"Why, the collector
of Boggley Wollah," says Minto.

"A very good friend of mine."

"I'm not going hunting
without my friend Tiger Sedley.

"Because he can shoot tigers.

Yes, bang, bang."

MAN: Go it, Fatty.

( cackling )

Yeah, I do go to it.

"Tiger Sedley"-
th-they call me that, you know,

because I shoot tigers.

( chuckling drunkenly )

( chuckles )

Those poor tigers.

I'm surprised
there's any left alive.

Oh, there's plenty left,
you know.

India's full of them.

When I go to...

If I should go to India,

I'm sure I would feel safe
with you, Joseph.

Yes.

Yes.

Let's have a bowl of rack punch.

Waiter?

Waiter?

Find a waiter, Dobbin.

Becky...

Excuse us, gentlemen.

Of course.

Where are they going?

They've gone to piss, Jos.

Ladies do it, too,
you know.

Now...

What are you up to

with that little governess,
you rogue?

Nothing disreputable, George.

I say, she's as fine a girl
as ever I saw.

She can speak French
better than...

Better than Lady Minto.

I wager she'd be a sensation
at the Calcutta Ball

and you, you can
see for yourself-

Lord knows how,
but somehow the
poor girl's fallen

madly in love with me.

Damn me,
I shouldn't be surprised

if I pop the question tonight.

GEORGE:
And what question

would that be, Jos?

Now, George.

Why, ask the girl to marry me,
what else?

Waiter, rack punch.

How many more times?

And how long have
you known her, Jos?

What's that got to do with it?

Jos Sedley is a man of decision.

If I were you, I'd sleep on it.

In my view, young Becky Sharp
is not the sort of girl...

one has to marry,

if you see what I mean.

I don't know what you mean, sir,
and I don't care to.

Becky Sharp is an angel!

And I don't care
who hears me say so.

Waiter, rack punch!

How many more times?

MAN:
Rack punch
for the fat gent, waiter.

( laughing )

MAN 2:
Then let's see him
walk the high wire.

( laughing )

I can hold my liquor, sir,
as well as any man alive.

CROWD: Oh!

At last.

This is the stuff.

I say, Jos, don't you think
you've had enough?

Nonsense.

Whoever went to Vauxhall
and never had a bowl

of rack punch?

Well, it may make him incapable

of the other
sort of folly.

( sighs )

He'll be incapable of anything
at all in half an hour.

Perhaps we should think
about getting him home.

Mmm, excellent.

If you see to that, old friend,

I'll look
after the young ladies.

How's that?

Fair division
of labor?

( sighs )

And do you really think
he will declare himself tonight?

I think he was on
the brink of it

just before
the fireworks.

Perhaps a little rack punch
will give him the courage.

Oh, Becky, think if we were
to be married together.

Oh, I would be so happy.

Oh, Lord, now
what's the matter?

I'll go a round with every
man jack of you, I will!

Oh, there you are,

my dearest,
diddle-diddle darling.

Round we go.

Mr. Sedley.

Joseph, please,
put me down.

( gasps )

( laughing )

Come on, Jos.

Call me "Tiger."

Come on, Tiger.

Let's get you home.

( laughing )

I'm sure he'll be back here

first thing in the morning
to see you, Becky.

Well, I wish he
could take his liquor

as well as he
takes his curry.

And how did Emmy
fare this evening?

Oh, I was so happy.

Is he not the very best
and most beautiful man?

He's very handsome.

( quietly ):
As to the rest, well...

( speaking louder ):
I hope you get
what you deserve.

( quietly ):
And I pray that I don't.

He must propose tomorrow.

( groaning )

DOBBIN:
There you are, Joseph.

Thank you, Dobbin.

You're a good chap.

Oh, Lord.

That rack punch is
the foulest potion.

I shall never drink alcohol again,
Dobbin.

And I advise you not to.

Morning, Sedley. How are you?

No bones broken?

Morning, Dobbin.

Morning, George.

I say, Jos, there's a
hackney coachman outside

with a black eye
and a tied-up jaw.

He says he'll have
the law on you.

Law?

What do you mean?

For thrashing him
last night.

You hit out like Molyneux.

The duty sergeant says

he never saw a man
go down so straight.

I believe I am
very terrible when roused.

Oh, Lord, it...

Could we buy him off,
do you think?

Why didn't you
stop me, Dobbin?

You?

Terrible.

You could hardly stand,
let alone fight.

Old Dobbin here had
to carry you upstairs

like a baby,
didn't you, Dobbin?

It's true.

GEORGE:
And before that,

you had the whole
of Vauxhall Gardens
laughing at you.

You were as drunk
as a fiddler's bitch, man.

You made a complete show
of yourself.

Your sister was
quite disgusted with you.

Dobbin and I were
ashamed

to be seen with you,
weren't we, Dobbin?

All right, George, steady on.

As for that
pert little miss,

I shouldn't think she'll
ever speak to you again

or even look in your
general direction.

Do you remember anything
concerning her, Jos?

Do you remember putting
your hands around her waist

and twirling her around

and calling her your dearest
diddle-diddle darling?

Remember that, Jos?

Oh, Lord.

And then you fell down.

The first time, that is.

Oh, Lord.

I promised to visit her
this morning.

Should I go around, you think,
and beg her pardon?

If I were you...

I'd leave the country.

I wouldn't
show my face

within a hundred
mile of her.

Write her a note
and pack your bags.

That's my advice.

I'll take the message
round for you.

Yes.

Yes.

Perhaps that's best.

Dobbin, could you lend me
pen and paper?

Oh, Lord.

Rack punch is very bad stuff.

DOBBIN:
Thought you were very hard
on poor Sedley, Osborne.

Why should I spare him?

The great booby.

And I don't like
the little schoolgirl ogling

and making love to him.

Hang it, the family's
low enough without her.

A governess is
all very well,

but I'd rather have a lady
for my sister-in-law.

It's not a crime
to be poor, George.

Where is he, then?

What have you done with him?

I hope you realize
what a prize

you've got in Miss Sedley.

She's...

She's an angel, George.

An angel?

Yes.

Well, who should know
that better than I?

GEORGE:
If you could have seen him
this morning, moaning...

Good morning,
Miss Sharp.

( talking thickly ):
Moaning, writhing
on the sofa,

lolling his tongue out
to the doctor.

Who?

Who do you think?

Becky, Joseph's going away.

"Dear Amelia, I leave town
today for Cheltenham.

"Pray excuse me, if you can,

"to the amiable Miss Sharp
for my conduct at Vauxhall

"and entreat her to pardon
and forget every word

"I may have uttered

"when excited by
that fatal supper.

"And I am truly yours,

Jos Sedley."

Oh, Becky, I'm so sorry.

Too ashamed to face you,
Miss Sharp.

Nothing to be done about it.

And does he act
upon the counsel

of his friends,
Lieutenant Osborne?

( emphatically ):
No, indeed, Miss Sharp.

Dobbin and I did everything
we could.

But it was no use.

His mind was made up.

He has renounced his
diddle-diddle darling forever.

Well, if you should see him,
send him my best regards

and tell him Miss Sharp
forgives him.

BECKY:
Damn you, George Osborne,

for being an interfering,
officious snob,

and damn you, Jos Sedley,

for not being able to withstand
your overweening friends,

and damn you,

Captain Dobbin, for...

I don't know what.

And damn you, Miss Emmy
Sedley, for being rich and happy

while I'm poor and put-upon.

( door opening )

Becky, are you really going?

No point in putting off

the inevitable.

Oh, I shall miss you so.

And I you, my dearest...

My only friend.

MRS. SEDLEY:
Good-bye, Becky, my dear.

It seemed such
a short time.

BECKY:
Much too short for me.

( voice breaking ):
I shall miss you
all so much.

You're going to a
very good family.

The Crawleys of
Queens Crawley-

they're a very
old family.

You'll be in
a baronet's family.

And that's
a lot higher

than what we are,
Becky Sharp.

I daresay
they live very high.

Very high, indeed.

I doubt
their governess does.

Well, here's a
little something
for you, miss.

Emmy tells me there's no one
else to look out for you.

Mr. Sedley, you're too kind
to a poor orphan.

Indeed, I've never known

such kindness
as I've known here.

MR. SEDLEY:
Well, well, never mind.

You must come and see us
whenever you're in town.

Carriage is waiting, miss.

Oh, Becky.

Good-bye, miss.

All the very best.

Nasty little thing.

( driver urging horses )

Ring that bell
for me, boy.

( bell ringing )

Nasty gloomy old place, eh?

What do you want?

Is this Sir Pitt Crawley's?

Yes.

SERVANT:
I brought his
new governess.

Hand down her trunk, then.

Hand it down yourself.

What do you take me for?
I'm no porter.

Come on, man, be quick
about it, and the little miss

will give you some beer.

Oh, well.

If that's the way of it...

Come along there,
little miss.

Take this basket, please.

I shall write to Mr. Sedley
and inform him of your conduct.

Ooh, I say.

Whip them up, John.

Not too warm for you?

( chuckles )

How about a drop of
beer, little miss?

Where is Sir Pitt Crawley?

I think he should be
told of my arrival.

He's here.

( laughing )

I'm Sir Pitt Crawley.

Reckon you owes me
a pint of beer

for bringing in
your luggage.

You don't believe me?

Ask Tinker here.

Mrs. Tinker, Miss Sharp.

Miss Governess,
Mrs. Charwoman.

Here's your pipes;
here's your baccy;

and here's
your porter.

Where is me change?

One farthing.

You can tell he's a baronet.

Only baronets cares
about farthings.

A farthing a day is
seven shillings a year.

Seven shillings a year
is the interest on
seven guineas.

Take care of the farthings

and the guineas will
come quite natural.

Ah...

Look at her stare.

You'll know me better
afore long, miss.

I'm very sorry
for my mistake, Sir Pitt,

and I beg
that you'll forgive me.

Say now, ain't that
prettily spoke?

Bit for you...

Bit for me...

A bit for her.

Nothing like
a nice bit of tripe.

See, I'm a baronet,

but I don't put on
airs and graces.

When I'm in town,

Mrs. Tinker here dines
with the family.

Don't you, Tinker?

I do, sir.

Come on, drink
and drink about.

This is my last night
in town, Miss Sharp.

As you see, we're
shutting up shop here

and you and me is
off to Queens Crawley

first thing tomorrow.

Have you been in town
for business or pleasure, sir?

Business, my dear.

Law business.

He's always at law business.

I've won and lost
more lawsuits

than any man in England.

Hmm.

Look at all these papers.

"Crawley, baronet, v. Snaffle. "

"Overseers of Snaily Parish
v. Crawley. "

( chuckling )

I'll wager you're a quick reader
and write a tolerable hand, eh?

I ama good reader, sir,

and I write a very fair hand,
I say so myself.

And you're a pretty
little thing, you are.

You are.

I think we'll rub along very
nicely, you and I, little miss.

I hope I shall always give
satisfaction, sir.

Satisfaction?

Yes, indeed.

Right, now...

You'll sleep
with Tinker tonight.

( chuckles )

It's a big bed.

Plenty of room for two.

Lady Crawley died in it.

I hadn't realized
Sir Pitt was a widower.

Widower?

He not a widower.

No use setting your cap at him,

if that's what
you was thinking.

It's the first Lady Crawley
died in this bed.

Her two sons
are grown men now.

I should like
to see the governess

who could handle
Rawdon Crawley.

That's him
on the wall there,

next to his brother, Pitt.

Well, then he married
an ironmonger's daughter-

had two girls by her.

That's who you'll be
governessing.

( sighs )

( farts )

CRAWLEY:
Come on. Look lively.

It's gone 4:00.

Drive on.

I hope you don't feel
the cold, miss.

I do, a little, sir.

Soon warm you up.

Here's a rug will cover
both of us, you see?

Thank you, sir.

Ah, well.

( sheep bleats )

Ah, nearly there.

Good day to you.

Good day.

Get off this land,
you thieving varmints!

Pitch into them, Hodgson!

Flog their little

souls out!

Thieving rogues,
the lot of them.

There now, Miss Sharp.

�6,000 of timber in them trees.

First Lady Crawley,
always on at me.

Say "those,"

not "them," Pitt.

Was she right?

I think she was,
sir, strictly speaking.

Rich baronets
don't need to be

too particular about grammar,
as poor governesses must.

( laughs )

That's just what I says.

BECKY:
What a beautiful
little church, sir.

Is it yours?

It is.

And my brother Bute's
the vicar of it, damn his eyes.

He's not a bad chap.

Rather set a dogfight
than preach a sermon.

( growls )

You tell him,
my beauty, my love.

CRAWLEY:
And his wife's a nasty
interfering little body.

Sharp as a tack, she is.

Don't get yourself on
the wrong side of her.

Here we are.

Queens Crawley.

What do you think of it?

It's, uh...

Very fine, Sir Pitt.

CRAWLEY:
Aye, very fine, I daresay.

Costs a mint to keep up.

Been in the family
400 year or so.

Horrocks?

HORROCKS: Sir.

CRAWLEY:
Show the young lady
to her room.

HORROCKS: Yes, sir.

You'll meet the family
at dinner.

This way, miss.

Now, where's my gun?

( caws )

( gunshot )

CRAWLEY:
Ha-ha! That got him.

Lady Crawley,

this is Miss Sharp,
new governess.

( softly ):
I'm pleased to meet
you, Miss Sharp.

Likewise, milady.

I hope you will be
kind to my girls.

Lor', Ma, of course

she will.

Lady Crawley don't
say much, Miss Sharp,

and that suits me
well enough.

The first Lady Crawley was

such a quarrelsome,
high-bred jade,

that when she died I said,

"I'll have a nice pretty girl
with no airs and graces."

And...

That's what I done.

She's not as cheery
as I hoped she'd be,

but by and large,
I don't regret it.

And Pitt here's me elder son
by the first Lady Crawley.

He's known as Mr. Crawley.

He's a dull dog,
but there you are.

Hmm? Ah, how do you do?

Charmed, I'm sure, sir.

Might I inquire
what you're perusing?

Um, it's a pamphlet
of my own composition.

On mal t.

On mal t?

That's so interesting
to me, sir.

I hope you'll let me
read it one day.

Why, yes, of course, miss...

Miss Sharp.

Of course, Miss Sharp,
if you wish.

And, uh...

Is your brother,
Mr. Rawdon Crawley,
here, as well, sir?

No.

( Sir Pitt chuckling )

Rawdon don't care
for country life, Miss Sharp,

and Pitt here
don't care for Rawdon.

Pitt's a bore,
you see,

and Rawdon's a bit
of a blackguard-

captain in the
Life Guards.

We don't see much of him
down at Queens Crawley.

LADY CRAWLEY:
He will come, my dear,

when Miss Crawley visits.

The whole family
will be here then.

That's because Miss Crawley's
got all the money,

ain't it, Ma?

Dinner is served, milady.

CRAWLEY:
About time.

What have we got, Horrocks?

Potage de mouton
� l '�cossaise, sir,

followed by Mouton aux navets.

The side dishes contain

pommes de terre
au naturel .

Mutton soup and then mutton?

Yes, sir.

Can't think of anything nicer.

One of our black-faced
Scotch, was it?

Yes, sir.

Excellent.

In we go.

In we go.

PITT:
Lord, of all the sins and vices

which degrade
the human character,

Drunkenness is the most odious
and contemptible.

Save us, O Almighty
Father, from that undue
love of drink

which leads to the
most monstrous of crimes

and occasions
the greatest
misfortune.

Grant us, O Blessed
Redeemer, that strength

that we may resist
temptation.

For as a drunken man
will impoverish his family

and often lead them
to ruin...

BECKY:
My dearest Amelia,

What a change
between today and yesterday.

Queens Crawley is
the ugliest, dismallest place

you could imagine.

Sir Pitt is
a vulgar old fellow-

half drunk
from morning to night,

but he's quite good-natured

and may be getting
a soft spot for me.

( dogs growling )

Caught you, me beauty.

What?

What's the matter, sir?

No candles after 11:00.

You can go to bed
in the dark,

you pretty
little hussy,

or I'll let Gorer here have you.

He's killed a man,
has Gorer.

( barks )

( gasps )

I believe you, sir.

Blow it out then,
my pretty.

Good night, sir.

Good night, me dear.