All language subtitles for Vanity Fair Episode 4

Ah, very good. Excellent.

Mrs. Osborne not coming?

No, monsieur.

All the time she is weeping

for her poor husband.

Good Lord.

No need for that.

Perhaps she will have
every need.

The army of the duke
is broken, milord.

Napoleon will be here
in Brussels in three days

and then it will go very bad
for any English.

Nonsense!

The duke is going
to beat the emperor

as he's beaten
all his generals.

Bring me my frogged coat
and cap, sir.

I'll see what's what.

Perhaps milord had

better not wear
the military coat.

I think it's
too dangerous.

Silence, sirrah!

( bell rings )

Mr. Sedley, are
you preparing

to join the army?

Is there to be

nobody left here
in Brussels

to protect us
poor women?

No, no.

Though I am tempted,
ma'am.

I've seen a little service
in India, you know

but nothing
on this grand scale.

Oh, please, sir.

I beg and entreat you
not to fly from us.

You don't know
what we women suffer.

I say, you know,
I should like to go

but my duty keeps me here.

I couldn't leave poor Emmy.

do you see?

that is noble of you.

Yes.

You have a heart

after all.

I was so frightened

that if the worst were
to befall...

I have my barouche, ma'am

and there will always be
a place in it for you.

( dishes clattering )

But...

we are forgetting
your poor sister.

How does she bear up?

Oh, ah, not so bad, considering.

I must go to her.

That coat is too tight
for monsieur.

( cannons booming in distance )

( door opens )

Emmy!

I couldn't rest till I knew
how you were.

That's better.

Dearest, you're not well.

Are you well?

I dare say you are.

You don't love your husband.

You wouldn't be here
now if you did.

But I came as your friend.

My "friend"?

Why did you come
between my love and me?

Emmy, I've done you no wrong.

You may not have succeeded,
but you tried.

I knew he would
come back to me.

I knew you couldn't keep him
from me for long.

But, oh, Becky

why did you have to make
me so wretched?

I'm quite innocent.

And now he is gone.

He was here.

He sat here on this sofa.

Don't touch it!

I was on his knee

and my arms were
around his neck.

He will come back, my dear.

Oh, Mrs. O'Dowd,
were you on your way

to see Mrs. Osborne?

Mrs. Crawley, is it?

Well, I wasn't.

But was she
asking for me?

She's very unwell.

I think there should be
someone with her.

Good morning
to you, madam.

I'm glad to see
you looking so cheerful.

Not that you'll cry
your eyes out with grief anyway.

( people clamoring )

Bareacres, you amaze me.

What use is a carriage
without horses?

Lady Bareacres'
compliments, ma'am.

Lady Bareacres understands

that Mrs. Crawley has some
horses at her disposal

and desires to know the price
of the same, ma'am.

Indeed.

Well, you can take
Mrs. Crawley's compliments

to your mistress and tell her

it 's not Mrs. Crawley 's custom

to transact business
with ladies ' maids.

Madam la Comtesse Bareacres,
madam.

So kind of you to receive me,
Mrs. Crawley.

I understand that
you have horses
at your disposal.

I have.

I wish to purchase them.

You may name your own price,
madam.

Money is no object.

And... and as a mark
of my gratitude

the earl and I would be
very happy to receive you

at Bareacres house
on our return to England.

Yes

I'm sure you would,
but I don't care

to sell my horses to you,
Lady Bareacres.

What?

You have cut me

at the opera and at the ball
and in the street.

I wouldn't sell you my horses

not even for those
huge great diamonds

your ladyship wore
at the ball.

I wouldn't give much
for your ladyship's chances

of getting them safe
back to England.

Woman, I will have
those horses!

( chuckles )

Oh, excuse me laughing.

I just can't help it.

Ah, Mrs. O'Dowd,
have you heard any news?

Salaud! Les Anglais.
Allez vous en !

Oh, Lord.

Take no notice of them,
Mr. Sedley.

Takes more
than a few hooligans

to beat the British Army.

My sentiments
exactly, ma'am.

Allez vous en !

JOS: Oh, marvelous.

O'DOWD:
You must try to bear up,
Mrs. Osborne, my dear.

For he mustn't find you ill

when he sends for you
after the victory.

JOS: Victory.

I know I'm very weak.

Try the soup at least, Emmy.

It looks very good.

Take a little wine.

You're very good and kind,
Joseph

But if you please

I think I'll stay
in my room today.

MRS. O'DOWD:
Well, we'll not waste it,
Mr. Sedley.

'Tis but a bad dinner
our poor boys will get this day.

Yes, indeed.

And here's to brave O'Dowd
and his 130th.

( cannons booming )

Fill Mrs. O'Dowd's glass,
Isidor.

( loud explosion nearby )

( shrapnel clattering on roof )

Oh, dear!

( door opens,
crowd clamoring outside )

Isidor!

Isidor!

Frederic!

Oh, mon dieu !

It is all over, milord.

What?

Milord Duke is a prisoner.

This man is
the only one

to escape.

The cavalry, shot to pieces

by the French guns
at Quatre Bras.

And the 130th?

All dead, monsieur.

C 'est fini .

Dead?

Oh, God!

La pauvre madame !

I don't believe a word of it.

I think this fellow
took to his heels

at the sound of the first shot.

Isidor, fetch me some horses
and set up my carriage!

We must leave for the coast
immediately!

If the French have
broken through

how come we've seen none
of the devils in town yet?

MAN:
Vi ve la France !

Vi ve Napoleon !

( speaking French )

On bas les Anglais.

On bas les Anglais.

( humming "La Marseillaise")

( footsteps on stairway )

Did you get any?

Helas, milord. Je suis desole.

No horses to be found

so we have
to stay here.

Oh, good God, man!

You're useless!

I'll find some myself.

We must fly or die.

If milord goes out,
en chapeau mili taire

with the whiskers,
they will take you

for an English
officer, milord.

I suppose.

Oh, Lor...

I wish I never...

Coupez.

Coupez-moi !

Isidor, vi te, vi te !

( crowd shouting )

Vi ve la France !

Vi ve Napoleon !

( praying )

Chevaux.

Chevaux.

Chevaux.

Uh, Monsieur, uh,
uh, Chevaux. . . ?

Vi ve la France.

Chevaux! We need horses.

Mr. Sedley.

Up here.

I've got some horses.

My dear Mrs. Crawley...

how can I ever thank you?

But are you really
going to flee?

I thought you were champion
of all the ladies.

I... I...

I'm not a military man,
you know.

But Amelia... surely you
wouldn't desert her?

Well, no.

Of course not.

But you see, I've heard that
the enemy will spare the women

but they've taken a vow to give
no quarter to the men...

dastardly cowards
th-th-that they are.

Cowards, indeed.

Yes.

So you have horses.

Isidor will bring them up
to the carriage immediately.

My horses were
never in harness.

Bullfinch would kick
the carriage to pieces.

Ah.

Is he quiet to ride?

Would he be up to my weight,
do you think?

He'd think he had
a feather on his back.

I'll take him.

I'm afraid I'm going to have
to charge you rather a lot.

Anything, anything.

Money is nothing to me, ma'am.

My horses are all I have
in the world, you see.

Yes, yes.

I understand perfectly.

That's good.

�600.

Each.

Mr. Sedley, are you there?

Wh-who are you?

What do you want?

Ensign stubble, sir.

Osborne and Dobbin said
I was to be taken in here.

Isidor.

It was a desperate action.

I was never in
a battle before

and I never knew...

Shh.

I never imagined it could...

Shh.

I carried the colors, you know.

They said I did well.

We thought we'd lost O'Dowd

but it was only his horse
was killed.

I saw him, ma'am.

He was sitting on the carcass
drinking brandy from his flask.

Oh, that's O'Dowd.

And Captain Osborne...
quite unhurt?

Stubble:
not a scratch, ma'am.

Captain Dobbin took a cut
to the shoulder.

Not too bad, for
he carried me all
the way to the surgeon.

Made me promise to tell you,
ma'am

that Captain Osborne is
well, and we won the day.

Well, then it's all over.

They're all coming home.

Oh, no, ma'am.

Now they go on to meet
Napoleon's main force...

Under the emperor himself...

at Waterloo.

( Jos moans )

I can't stand this anymore.

I won't stand it.

You must...

you must come with me.

I bought you a horse...

never mind at what price.

But you must
get dressed and
come with me.

You can ride
behind Isidor.

Mr. Sedley, do I hear you right?

Do you intend
to run away?

I must think
of my sister's safety, ma'am.

And my own.

God forgive me, Mr. Sedley.

You're nothing better
than a coward.

You won't leave me,
will you, Mrs. O'Dowd?

No, my pet.

Never you fear.

I don't budge until I get
the word from Mick.

A pretty figure I'd look,
wouldn't I

stuck behind that chap

on a pillion?

I don't ask her.

I don't ask that Irishwoman.

I am asking
you, Amelia.

Now, will you come?

Without my husband, Joseph?

Good-bye, then.

All right.

I'm up.

Let's go.

Will you look at him go.

( explosion )

God be with our
brave boys today.

( explosion )

MAN:
Vi ve la France !

ALL:
Vi ve la France !

MAN: Ready!

Ready, lads.

( drums beating )

Fire!

Reload!

Help him, Thomas.

Step in, Phillips.

Where is he, Dobbin?

He...

he died a hero's
death, Emmy.

What do I care for that?

I want him here.

I want him here!

I have nothing to say
to you, sir.

Better men than you
are dead.

Yes, sir...

and I want to speak to
you about one of them.

I am the executor
of his will.

Are you aware how
small his means were...

and how pitifully little
his widow has to live on?

I don't know
his widow, sir.

let her get back
to her father.

Sir... she will
be a mother soon.

Will she, damn her?

Surely you wouldn't
make the child suffer

for the father's offense.

Don't take that line
with me, sir.

No father in all England could
be more generous than me.

It was his fault...

and now he must bear
the consequence for it.

I bid you good day, sir.

"And so, my dear Aunt

"I remain your most dutiful
and affectionate nephew

Rawdon Crawley."

"Dutiful and
affectionate."

Stuff and nonsense!

He could have
allied himself

with one of the best
families in England.

He could have had
half my money

or his children could.

Instead of that,
he's a doomed pauper

with a... dancing girl
for a wife.

But he was mentioned
in dispatches, ma'am

as a very gallant officer

and I believe he truly is.

It is a most
affectionate letter.

Ha! Briggs,
you're a goose.

She wrote the letter.

The spelling's too
good for Rawdon.

( groaning )

He mentions a certain
interesting event

which is impending.

What could that be?

Lord save us.

She's going to have
a child, you ninny.

Oh, what joy!

And they see it
as an occasion

for getting money
out of me.

That's all you think
of, all of you!

No, ma'am.

My dear aunt, allow me
to introduce my fiancee

Lady Jane Sheepshanks

daughter of the late
Earl of Southdown.

Very good of you, my dear

to come and console a poor,
sick, lonely old woman.

( sighing ): So...

Pitt, you're getting fat.

How's your father?

Bearing up, Aunt,
bearing up.

I hear he drinks
himself silly

every night
with his butler Horrocks

and offers God knows
what indecencies
to Horrocks' girl

which she's glad enough
to put up with.

Aunt... please.

Just so long
as he doesn't

marry her and rob you
of your inheritance, eh?

( chuckles softly )

I'm sure young Pitt here

has told you he'll
inherit Queen's Crawley

so he's hoping
he'll get my fortune, too

and he'll be able to set
the old house to rights

and cut a fine figure
in court.

But I expect
he's told you all this

has he not?

Well, no.

Well, I-I mean...

he has...

uh...

Oh... never mind.

It's just

he's such a dull dog.

Don't even play piquet.

You know... I long
for a few hands of piquet.

Uh, Miss Crawley...

Hmm?

I play a little.

I used to play a little

with poor dear Papa.

( laughing ):
Oh... come and kiss me.

( coughing )

Come and kiss me
this instant

you dear good little soul.

Now, let me whisper
you a secret.

I've made a new will
in Pitt's favor after all.

He's going to get the lot.

Look at his face.

( coughing )

( coughing ):
Some... cherry brandy.

( hacking )

RAGGLES:
Be careful, ma'am.

( gagging )

Miss Crawley...

Miss Crawley...
( coughing )

Matilda...

( gags )

Perhaps we should send
for a physician?

( sobbing )

RAWDON: 100 pounds.

That's less than I might
win or lose in a single evening.

And Briggs pensioned off
with 600 a year.

That mealymouthed Pitt.

He must have wheedled her
somehow.

I'd like to give the fellow
a damn good hiding.

( baby whimpering )

Oh, I'm sorry,
little fellow.

Hey...

get over here.

That's it.

Little Rawdy, your
pa's a pauper.

( chuckles )

Your ma will think of something.

How shall we manage, Beck?

There are ways.

( baby whimpering )

( gurgles )

What a fine, strong boy
you are, little Georgie.

Isn't he?

That's your godfather, Georgie

and you must always be good

for his sake.

Shall you be away for very long?

Well, the regiment
quarters

in Calcutta

for I don't know how long.

But you will write to me
there, won't you?

Yes, of course.

I'll write to you
about Georgie.

Dear William,
how kind you have been

to him and to me.

Amelia...

( baby whimpering )

if you need anything

please don't hesitate.

The post is slow,
but one word with my sister...

Oh, yes

I should be most happy
to assist in any way.

No necessity for that, sir.

We Sedleys are not paupers yet.

My son, the collector
of Bogley Wollah

takes care of that.

Oh, my dear sir,
I didn't mean...

And I myself am now
an accredited agent
for the supply

of coals and fine Madeira wines.

If you wish to be of service

you might avail yourself
of the opportunity

to introduce the same
to your military acquaintance.

I fear there's not the demand
for coals in India, sir...

but fine Madeira wine, perhaps.

Well, I ask no favors,
major Dobbin.

MRS. SEDLEY:
please, John.

Major Dobbin will do
what he can, I'm sure.

I'll say good-bye, then.

God bless you, William.

God bless you, Amelia.

Damn good night's sport, eh?

I'm going to look in
on the little fellow.

Rawdy, what do you think
nursemaids are for?

I had a hundred off Blackstone
in the billiard room.

"Goddamn me, Crawley,"
he said,

"I shall never fathom

how the luck always turns
your way on the very last ball."

( chuckling )

Man's a fool.

I saw you and little
green in the card room.

Yes. 150.

Had to take his I.O.U.

His father had better
be good for it

or I'll have him
blackballed.

Oh, thank you.

You know, Carruthers
wouldn't play.

"Crawley, you're n...
you're nothing but a...

( stammering ):
but a..."

Then he stopped.

I'd have called him out
and shot him

and he knew it, too.

( pounding on door )

MAN:
Open up in the name of the law!

You go next door.
I'll get rid of them.

You're our only source
of income, Rawdon.

I'll take care of it.

I think we'll have
to force it, lads.

Trust me.

Gentlemen.

It's the colonel
we're after, ma'am.

I'm sure you won't mind
dealing with me.

Not getting any
easier, is it, Beck?

Time to take stock,
my love.

Your talents are too well known
in military circles.

( chuckles softly )

I think you must
sell out of the guards, Rawdy.

Sell out?

I've just been made colonel.

You can still be
Colonel Crawley
on half pay.

I think it's time for us

to take our place
in high society...

move out of this kennel

and take a nice little house
in Mayfair.

On what?

Lots of people live well
on nothing a year, Rawdy.

Why shouldn't we?

Very honored, Colonel.

Very honored, ma'am.

Very great pleasure
to be of service to the family.

You've done very well for
yourself, Mr. Raggles.

I always thought of this
more of an investment.

I've always been
more comfortable

belowstairs, sir.

So when
your good lady said

you was looking
for a place to rent...

We'll need new furniture,
Mr. Raggles.

We will, madam?

Yes...

yes, of course,
as your ladyship chooses.

How can a man be
such a fool, eh?

All men are fools

one way or
the other...

except you,
Rawdy, my love.

Raggles is the sort
of fool who loves

to serve great folk.

The longer he has
to wait for his rent

the more he'll
admire us

and soon he'll have
sunk so much money
and hope in us

he'll have to hang on.

And best of all

we have a house where
we can invite people

people of influence...

people like Lord Steyne.

" A man and a woman are
the fox and the bird "

" But the woman is a fox, I beg
perhaps you haven't heard "

" The man it is who
chirps and chirps "

" But never does a thing "

" While a woman is
the crafty one "

" Who makes the
poor bird sing... "

MAN 1 ( whispering ):
She's a damned
fine woman.

MAN 2 ( whispering ):
My Lord Steyne
certainly thinks she is.

MAN 1:
She could have any
man in the room.

Steyne wouldn't stand
for it.

To say nothing
of the husband.

Oh, Crawley's in on the game,
ain't he?

MAN 2:
Why don't you ask him?

MAN 1:
And risk a horsewhipping

or a bullet
in the heart?

( laughing ):
No thanks, old boy.

Some mysteries are
best left unsolved.

Becky:
" La de da da da da da "

" La de da da da da da "

" La de da da da da da "

" La da de da da da da... "

Oh, my ace

to your queen, sir,
and the rubber.

( music ends )

Bravo...

bravo!

Delightful.

Your wife's quite...
captivating, Colonel Crawley.

Becky always
sings well, sir.

May we prevail upon you?

One more.

For you?

( piano introduction playing )

" This cold flinty heart,
it is you who have warmed "

" You wakened my passions,
my senses have charmed... "

( music stops )

Rawdy, why are you

out of bed?

Come on, lad, up to bed.

This is no place
for you.

( chuckling )

You treat him very hard,
Becky.

Some women aren't as
motherly as others, Rawdon.

( sighs exasperatedly )

Don't be angry.

It's taken so long
to get Steyne here.

We need him.

If you want Rawdy
to be spoiled

You must spoil
him yourself.

Head up,
back straight.

Keep those hands still.

Colonel in chief
of the light cavalry, what?

Go on, keep her going.

I say, Rawdy, look,
there's another young chap.

I'll wager anything

he'd like to be
in your shoes.

( birds chirping )

Mrs. Osborne?

How do you do?

Pleasure to clap eyes
on you.

I'm surprised Rawdy and I
haven't seen you here before.

Yes, yes, we
are often here.

This must be the young colonel.

And how's he?

Very well, ma'am-
thank you.

RAWDON:
And this young gentleman looks
about Rawdy's age.

I say, would he like a ride
on the pony?

Eh? Would you, lad?

I should say.

May I, ma?

Come on.

And...

up.

Now, hold tight...

round the waist.

That's it.

( laughing )

Okay, you got him?

A widower?

Oh, no.

He's married to someone who
used to be my best friend.

I haven't seen her
for some years.

Guess who I saw in
the park today?

Rawdon...

Little Mrs. George
Osborne and her son.

Looks just
like his father.

Rawdon...

Cockney dandy.

( chuckles )

Your father's ill.

Oh, good God.

Horrocks?

As ever was, sir.

My daughter, sir...

Miss Horrocks,
we calls her.

This way,
sir and madam.

This way.

I'm not dead yet.

Not quite.

How do, my dear?

Come and give old Pitt a kiss

like a good little gal.

( gasps lightly )

Ah, well...

That'll do.

What are you staring at?

Go and get a
glass of malmsey

and a cake
for Lady Jane.

Go on.

( door latches )

They're bleeding me dry,
them two...

sucking me like...

maggots.

Here...

I'll give you
something pretty

to go to court in.

Here, take that.

Belonged to my mother.

That's one thing
she won't get.

Put them away, quick!

Thank you, sir.

Quick, quick,
before she sees them!

That's the way.

I'm getting very old.

I shan't be here
much longer.

I'm glad you came.

You'll get what you want
soon enough, Pitt.

There are a great many
improvements to be made...

and I shall make them.

It is my intention

that Queens Crawley
shall be a model

for all landed gentlemen
to follow

and as I am head
of the family now

it is my intention to behave
in a generous and forgiving way

to all my relatives.

I intend
to invite my brother Rawdon

to Queens Crawley.

And...

and... Mrs. Rawdon?

Mrs. Rawdon must,
of course, be asked.

So, my dear, if, uh...
if you would...

My dear brother...

The melancholy intelligence
which it was my duty

to convey to my family

must have long
been anticipated...

by your good self.

BECKY:
Lord, it seems an age

since I was last
in this carriage...

just a little
governess

on my firstjourney
into the world.

( chuckles )

That can't be Polly
Tallboys, can it?

What a mangy little
urchin she used to be.

( clears throat )

Damn fine girl.

Hello-
there's old Mother Lock.

How do you do,
Mrs. Lock?

Blast me, but how
these old birds last, eh?

She was 100
when I was your age.

Rawdon...

Good to see you again.

And Mrs. Crawley, too.

It's a long time
since I was here.

I remember your pamphlet
on malt ever so well.

Really?

Lady Jane...

You're very
welcome, Rebecca.

And is this

little Rawdon?

What a fine boy.

Very like his father.

Colonel Crawley?

Oh, Rawdon ...

Please.

W-we're all
family now.

So...

There.

( laughing )

( chuckling )

Mrs. Bute is
looking at me

in a most particular way,
and I can't think why...

Really?

But I forgive her.

I forgive you all...

And as to the money,
between the two of us

I think you'll make
far better use of it

than Rawdon ever could.

Well...

That-that's very...

My friend, Lord Steyne,
has a very high opinion

of Sir Pitt Crawley.

He looks
for great things from you

in parliament,
he says.

You know Lord Steyne?

Very well...

and I know he's eager
to know you very well, Sir Pitt.

Really?

Well, um, Rebecca

may I... help you
to a-a small bird?

I hope you intend
to open up the old house

in Great Gaunt Street.

If you are in town

I shall be able
to see you

so much more often.

Yes.

And Lady Jane,
of course.

Such a sweet,
good woman.

I love her dearly already.

How do you like
Queens Crawley

my little man?

I like it
very well, sir.

Why is that, pray?

Well, because I have
to eat in the kitchen

when I'm at home.

( laughing ):
Oh, you little fibber.

Come here this minute
and kiss your mother, sir.

( murmuring and chuckling )

Mind your tongue,
you little fool.

Now go back
to your place.

What would we women be
without our children?