All language subtitles for The Pallisers 5

- Good morning, Plantagenet
- Good morning.

You...

You said last night that you had
something to say about Lady Monk's party.

Yes, my dear.

Afier what happened last night
I feel I must say something.

Well, if you think anything, Plantagenet,
please say it.

My fear is that you should suppose me
to think more than I do.

That's the reason I decided to sleep on it
before speaking to you.

If anyone is angry with me,

I would much sooner them have it out
whilst their anger is hot.

- I hate cold anger.
- I'm not angry.

That's what husbands always say
when they are going to scold.

I'm not going to scold you.
I am simply going to advise you.

Well, I would far sooner be scolded.

Glenoora, I require you to be serious with me.

I am, very serious.

You would do well to be serious.

Now...

Do you know why Mr Bott came down
to fetch me from the Commons last night?

Yes. Yes, of course I do.

Because I was waltzing...with Burgo Fitzgerald.

No, not simply because
you were waltzing with Mr Fitzgerald.

Well, why, then?

It was because he saw
that everyone was regarding you with wonder.

Not only were you waltzing with Mr Fitzgerald,

you were waltzing with him with...
How shall I say?

Upon my word, I can't tell you.

Recklessly.

Ooh, recklessly, was I? Reckless of what?

Reckless of what people might say.

Reckless of what your husband might feel.

Reckless of your own position.

According to Mr Bott.

- And of course you believed him.
- Oh, Glencora.

Do you really think that I would trust
Mr Bott's truth rather than your own?

No.

No, Plantagenet, I do not.

Although, you might have thought
you had cause.

I know I've never made you happy.

I know l never can make you happy.

But I've never complained.
Well, you've never made me...unhappy.

But you have never loved me.

Nor I you.

We've never loved each other,
not for a single moment.

I was wrong to go to Lady Monk's ball, I have
been wrong in everything that I have done.

But never so wrong as when I let them
force me to be your wife.

Oh, Glencora!

It is better that I should tell you everything.

I do love Burgo Fitzgerald.

I do.

I did warn you when we were engaged.

How can I help it? I've... I've loved him
from the first, before I ever saw you.

And last night...l'd almost made up my mind
to tell him so and...go away with him.

You wanted to go with him?

Well, would it not have been best, for you?

I...

I do not love you as women love their husbands
when they do love them.

And so, before God, my first wish is to free you
from the misfortune that I have brought on you.

By running away?

And taking our honor as you run?

But weren 't for your honor,
I'd have gone already. But...

Honour apart, what does it matter

whether I drown myself or throw myself away
by going with Burgo?

If only you might be free from me,
free to marry again and...

and have a child,

the child that I have failed to give you.

Oh, I'd die, Plantagenet, I'd die willingly,

if only you could be free
to have the wife and child that you deserve.

Cora.

Cora, you're wrong in one thing.

I do love you.

No.

I'm... I'm not apt at saying it.

My mind is running on other things.

Yes, your mind is running on...other things.

Bull... I do love you.

And I pray that one day you may yet love me.

I tell you, George.

She nearly came with me.

If Palliser hadn't come back at that particular
moment, we'd be in Paris by now.

But Palliser did come back
and you're here with me.

I'm not through yet.
She says she wants to see me again.

I've still got the tickets in my pocket,
and some tin.

Well, use it well, Burgo,
and remember you had it from me.

- I had it from that money lender.
- Only because I backed you, Burgo.

It's me he'll come onto for the cash.

Then let him.

You're privileged, George.
You're immune from arrest for debt.

As long as you're an MP,
no-one can dun you for that bill.

They can make it damned disagreeable.
I don't want Magruin snafling at my heels.

He can't do anything.

Besides, you're pretty good at snafling back.

The moment Parliaments dissolved
and a general election called,

my privileges are dissolved too
until I'm re-elected.

Magruin will step in smartly enough then.
- That's some way off.

The days are passing!

And every day that passes
could bring me my big chance with Glencora.

For God's sake and both our sakes,
don't muck it up.

By Beelzebut, it's from Alice.

Ha.

That old mule up in Westmofland
is worms' meat at last.

Let me once get my hands on his estate, Burgo,

then all my troubles have gone.

- So, when are we going to bury him?
- On Monday, George.

Why not tomorrow?
We could get away before Sunday.

He only died yesterday. It's natural
we should wish him to lie here for a few days.

- Humbug.
- Remember, this is a house of bereavement.

I ain't forgetting.

Where's the will?

Mr Gogram, the attorney, has taken it to Penrith.

What?

He said it was better that he should do so.
He will read it to us after the funeral.

That's three whole days.

So Gogram's been up here meddling?

- When was that?
- A week ago.

A week ago? After you came here?

- And what did he want?
- Nothing. It was Grandfather who wanted him.

It was Grandfather who wanted him?

- How long did he stay?
- Nearly three hours.

And then he took the will away, saying
it was best he should do so. You imbeciles!

- Why did you let Gogram come?
- Grandfather insisted.

You should have shut the old fool up.
Two glasses of port would have done it.

George, for shame!
How could we refuse a dying man?

Just so, Alice, a dying man.

If his will's been changed
to interfere with my rights,

it was done on his deathbed
and I will not accept a deathbed will.

George! I do not know the cause of this outburst,

but I know that my father,
your grandfather, is lying dead upstairs.

I must ask you
to conduct yourself with more patience.

I am just now going
to the room where he is lying.

- I have come to ask you all to accompany me.

Kate?

Alice?

And you, George.

What should I go there for?

Why should I feign interest
in the carcass of a man whom I hated,

and who hated me,

and whose very last act for all I know as yet
was an attempt to rob me of my rights?

He was a cursed miser.
Nothing will take me near him.

He was a fine old gentleman, sir.

He never did an unjust or ungenerous action
in his life, to you nor to any man.

A miser.

- He spent only what was his own.
- Oh.

He was eager for the honor of his house.

Three days to wail.

Three whole days.

I, George Michael Saint George Vavasor

of Vavasor Hall
in the county of Westmoriand, esquire,

being sound of mind do hereby revoke
all previous wills and testaments whatsoever

that have been uttered by me.

Whereas it has always been my greatest desire

that my property should descend
in the name and family of Vavasor,

and should descend in the right line
from father to first-born son,

and whereas my first-born son
has now deceased,

but his only son and my grandson,
George Adam Saint George Vavasor,

is still surviving,

and whereas my grandson
has now attained to the dignity

of being a Member of her Majesty's Parliament,

nevertheless, I feel myself constrained,

having regard to his conduct
before the world and before me

to pass over the said
George Adam Saint George Vavasor

and leave Vavasor Hall,
its estates and revenues in trust

to my second son John James Vavasor

for his use and benefit during his lifetime.

George!

George, for heaven's sakes, wait!

George!

I only want to help you.

Help me? What possible help can there be?

Between the lot of you,
I've been robbed of everything.

Damn that cursed old man.

Damn him.

George, he is dead now.

He should have been dead 20 years ago.
Am I to forgive him because he's dead?

If you need it,
there's the rest of my money at your disposal.

I can't go on taking a woman's money.

The money of your wife-to-be.

Alice, there's something you must know.

Without my grandfather's estate to raise money,
I shan't have enough to get by,

even if I took every penny you have.

I still have £ 7000.

I've made investments which have
not prospered, there are bills in my name,

- I've borrowed money against my succession.
- George!

All this must be found, and before long
I must face the expense of the general election.

If I stripped you of your entire 7,000,
it would be no real use to me without the estate.

Then what shall you do?

I must upset that will.

And you must help me. It's the only hope.

How can I help you do that?

By swearing that the old man
was unfit to make a will.

Unfit?

But that would not be true.

Alice, if you'll think of it,
you'll find that it was so.

He was very old, very ill,
his intellect was, in consequence, deranged.

- You will swear that, Alice.
- No!

He was old and ill, as you say, but...

- his mind was as sound as ever.
- The old fool wasn't responsible.

- He was deranged.
- He was quite responsible.

Alice! Are you determined to throw me over?

Only to tell the truth.

The truth is he was a divelling idiot.
Do me the justice to swear to that.

No.

You think before you answer again, Alice.

Take your hand down, George.
You cannot frighten me like that.

Answer me.

- Answer me!
- Oh!

Hypocrite.
You're a damned, whining hypocrite.

Wife indeed!

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Cora,

I have been thinking
of everything that you told me

about Mr Fitzgerald.

It's true, Plantagenet,

I have always loved him
and we've never loved each other.

But I love you.

If you cannot love me,
it is a great misfortune for us both,

but we need not be dishonored.

But I cannot make you happy.

I haven't even given you a child.

Cora, my dear.

You think too much about that,

much more than I do.

- I have never made any complaint.
- But I know what your thoughts are.

Then you wrong my thoughts.

Cora,

have I ever told you false?

No.

No, you could never be false.

Then believe me.

If you will try to love me,

then child or no child,

now or ever,

it is you alone that I want for my wife.

Can you try to love me?

First I must try not to love him.

I think we had better go away for a while.

I...

- I shall give up politics for this season.
- But politics are your life.

I think we should go to Europe again.

Perhaps not to Switzerland,
but France, Germany.

Italy, where you admired those statues so much.

Perhaps your friend Miss Vavasor
would come with us.

Come in.

If you please, sir, the Duke of St Bungay is here.

- Would you tell his Grace that I am engaged?
- Nonsense.

- Collingwood, please show the Duke in.
- My Lady.

- You know why he has come?
- Yes.

Plantagenet,

if the Duke says what I think he'll say
and what you think he'll say,

you must think no more of Italy.

The Duke of St Bungay.

- Ah.
- I hope I have not disturbed you, my dear.

No, but you have certainly disturbed Mr Palliser.

Now, go to him quickly
or he'll burst before you get there.

Well, Palliser?

I suppose you have guessed why I have come.

I would rather be told than guess.

The Chancellor of the Exchequer
has resigned at last

and I am here to ask you to take his place.

And who goes out the Chancellor?

Ah, Well...

No, Duke, I'm sorry.

I have no right to ask you that

for I must tell you at once.

I am afraid I must decline the offer.

Decline it? Decline to become
Chancellor of the Exchequer.

Yes, I fear I must.

But in heaven's name why?

Duke, I have to tell you something
which I would not willingly tell to any man.

I cannot understand that
there should be anything serious enough

for you to throw your party over in this fashion.

I have promised to take my wife abroad.

And so you shall,
when Parliament breaks up in the summer.

No, Duke, I have promised to go at once.

But of course Lady Glencora
will now absolve you.

My wife, sir, would of course release me

but it is no less imperative
for her happiness that we should go.

I could give you 24 hours
to talk it over with her.

No, Duke, it would be of no a vail.

My wife would say at the very first word
that we should remain in London

but it is now I my duty to take her abroad.

Palliser, my dear friend,

such an opportunity
may not come twice in a man's life.

But to refuse it
because you want to take your wife abroad,

it defies rational belief.

If she were dying, Palliser,
you should remain in such a case as this.

There are some things, Duke,
which are worse than death.

This must be final, then.

Yes. Yes, I believe so.

Very well.

And yet...

Yes, my friend?

And yet, sir, I shall ask you if l may

for a small portion of that 24 hours
which you promised me.

Can you see me if l come
to the Lords this evening?

Indeed I can.

And I can hope by then
that you will have changed your mind.

I am minded to do my duty, Duke.

Bides my duty to my wife.

I have a duty to my party and my sovereign.

I'm glad you see that at last.

Yes, Duke, but what is it that I really see?

Do l see a duty here

or is it just to indulge my own wishes?

What with one thing and another,
I won't be standing for the general election

and I've come to you to ask for my money back.

What money, Mr Vavasor?

The 1,500 I deposited with you
in consideration of future services.

- That money was commited.
- To a purpose which I have now abandoned.

There can be no reason for you to keep it.

I wish it was as simple
as you make it sound.

Are you going away anywhere, Mr Vavasor?

I want my money back, Mr Soluby.

I could let you know
how much of that money has already been spent

- in preparing the ground, so to speak.
- You damned robber.

No need to call names, Mr Vavasor.
No good ever came of that. New, look...

Here we are. Now...

Er...

There. Chelsea districts. There you are.

If I add to that, say, my own personal fee,

and then, say, something
for miscellaneous expenses,

um...l think I can let you have, say,
around £500, Mr Vavasor.

- How's that?
- 5 out of 15? By God, I shall sue you.

You won't be around long enough
to be suing anybody, not from the sound of it.

There you are, £500. Take it or leave it.

Very well, but in cash. I've decided
the time has come to liquefy my assets.

Ha, ha, very wise, Mr Vavasor, very wise.

If I may tell you the truth, Mr Vavasor,

the simple, open, unvamished truth,

truth as round as my hat
and as square as my elbow,

I won't be at all sorry
to have your name off my books, Mr Vavasor.

I like the gentlemen on my books
to be, well, proper.

You don't give a fig, except for the money.
My money was always proper enough.

Oh, no, it weren't, Mr Vavasor.
Bills at three months, that sort of thing.

And what about that £3,000
we had as a deposit for the by-election?

- Do you remember that?
- What about it?

Well, it was fishy, Mr Vavasor,
it was distinctly fishy.

It was supposed to come from your cousin.

And so it did.
There was nothing fishy about it.

- Except you ain't married.
- That's my business.

- And it did not come from your cousin.
- I tell you it did.

I tell you it didn't, Mr Vavasor,
because I asked the clerk from the bank

and he said, 'No, it came from a gentleman,

a gentleman who refused to reveal his identity.'

He wanted to give him a receipt

and the gentleman was quite satisfied
and off he went without offering his name.

- Why should that worry you?
- Because I like to know, Mr Vavasor,

that when money is coming from some source,
to wil, your cousin,

that that money does in fad
come from that source

and not from some mysterious gentleman

who, for some mysterious reason,
refuses to give his name, Mr Vavasor.

There you are. £500, Mr Vavasor.

Tell me, did the clerk describe
this gentleman in the bank?

Oh, yes, yes, indeed',
but of course I coudn 't place him.

My uncle, probably, acting for my cousin.

Oh, no, no, couldn't have been your uncle.
Young man, the clerk said.

Or youngish, anyway,
well set-up, tall, and...

There was one thing he said.

The initials on the bag
that contained the cash - JG.

JG?

JG. Does that mean
anything to you, Mr Vavasor?

Grey.

John Grey.

Sir, here, lovely flower.
Ever so cheap, sir.

I cannot love you.
I cannot love you.

Such an opportunity may not come twice.

The politics is your life!

Decline it?
Decline to be the Chancellor of the Exchequer'?

I cannot love you.

- Good day, Mr Palliser.
- Hm?

Oh, forgive me. Good day to you, Mr Vavasor.

I must tell you that I may not be able
to attend the House again.

I am sorry to hear it,

after that excellent start you made.

It's a personal matter, Mr Palliser.

If a man is not straight in his own affairs,

he can hardly presume he can
order those of the nation.

That's very true, very true.

Thank you for your help. Good day, sir.

Good day to you.

Well, Palliser?

I cannot argue with you any more.

Duke, the thing that you have offered me today

is the only thing that I have ever coveted.

I have worked for it,

and thought about it,

and now I have only
to stretch out my hand and grasp it

but it cannot be.

I can only say I am very sorry.

It half breaks my heart.

Mine too, Duke.

It was kind of you to receive me, Duke.

I trust you passed a pleasant winter in Italy?

Pleasant enough, St Bungay,

but I don't suppose you are here to discuss Italy.

No.

Your nephew, Duke,

I'm concerned about your nephew.

Oh, myself l am rather pleased
with him just now.

I trust he has not been giving
dissatisfaction to the Liberal party?

To the contrary,
he has given so much satisfaction

that we have just asked him
to become Chancellor of the Exchequer,

an ofice for which he is admirably suited.

But, Duke, he has declined to take it.

Has he, now?

Riding his high horse, is he?

I know you politicians all have your little tricks
to make you seem more important.

Your nephew, Duke, does not play little tricks.

He says family obligations compel him to refuse.

- What family obligations?
- That you must enquire of himself Duke.

It would be impertinent of me to say more,

only this.

Any obligation that could deter your nephew
from accepting the Exchequer

must be grave indeed.

I daresay.

Plantagenet would never refuse anything
out of mere laziness or funk.

He has far too high a sense of duty.

And you say he always hankered afler this job.

Coveted it, Duke.

And now he refuses it
because of family obligations.

You were right to come to me, St Bungay.

There's a very funny smell here.

It's time I got my old nose to bear on it.

Alice.

But your arm!
What have you done to your arm?

I fell while walking in Cumberiand.

Alice, have you seen or heard
of your cousin George...

- No.
...since your return?

I've only been in London myself a few hours,
but from what I've heard he's in bad trouble.

That does not surprise me.

They tell me at my club
that he no longer comes there.

It is just possible, I suppose, that he is ill.

Lying low, if you ask me.

No-one seems to know his address.

As far as the world is concerned,
he seems to have no real home.

No.

How odd.

And how very typical.

I only knew -
he mentioned it himself once -

that he had some chambers
where he slept and worked.

There's a score of bill collectors
would like to know where they are.

To tell you the truth, Mr Grey,
I do not much care where my cousin may be

and would prefer to discuss him no further.

- He has injured me.
- Your arm. So that's how it happened?

He has injured me in mind and body.

- Let that be an end to it.
- And an end to him.

Think of him
wherever he may be lurking as gone for good.

And then remember that I am still here.

Yes, Mr Grey.

You are still here.

But we should not meet
more than we can help.

- And why not?
- I cannot forgive myself for what I have done to you.

And you ought not to forgive me either.

- But I do.
- I am not worthy, Mr Grey.

But Alice, not so long ago you were mine and
no man was ever better contented than I was.

Let's go back to that, Alice, let's cut
all these last miserable months out of our lives.

We cannot cut the truth out of our lives.

Certain things have happened
for which I bear the brand.

- For my part I cannot see it.
- And for my part, I can see nothing else.

That is because you are looking for nothing else.

If you would only look away from yourself, Alice.

If you'd only look outwards, look...to me.

All this is painful to me, Mr Grey.

If you would be so kind as to leave me now.

Oh, very well, Alice.

But I shall be back.

Wherever you may be
I shall come to you from time to time

to tell you there is a man called John Grey
who still loves you,

with all his heart.

Oh, good aftemoon, Grey.

Good aflemoon, sir.

What did he want?

He wants to take me back.

Oh.

Very generous, very generous indeed
when one considers everything.

But then, he always was a very generous man.

Oh, I see.

Then you may as well know, miss,

that it was his money, his £3,000

that went to your cousin George.

Not one penny of it was yours.

You know who I am, I think, Mr Grey.

I know who you are, Mr Vavasor.

Then you'll also know why I am here.

I think not, sir.

You've interfered in a very personal matter

between my betrothed, Miss Alice Vavasor,
and myself.

As you yourself, sir, must be aware,

Miss Vavasor is no longer your betrothed.

And if it had not been for my interference,

she would have been defrauded
by you of £3,000.

- Defrauded?
- She would have been.

As it is, the loss is mine and I shall bear it.

No more shall be said
of the money, Mr Vavasor.

What would be the good?

- And now you'd better leave.
- Not just yet, Mr Grey.

I know your game.

You'll use this business of the money to worm
your way back into intimacy with my cousin.

You're too paltry to accept dismil like a man.

You use money to persecute her, blackmail her,
force yourself once more upon her presenoe.

- Go. We have nothing to say to each other.
- I have something to say to you!

You're a low schemer and a slimy blackguard.

You've insulted my honor.
I demand that you meet me to fight a duel, sir.

- Anywhere, England, France, Belgium...
- Stop divelling and get out.

Then I see you're a coward
as well as everything else.

I've no choice but to deal with you...

here and now.

Upon one thing I insist, Papa,

you must make arrangements immediately
for Mr Grey to be repaid by my banker.

You'd best repay him by giving him
your fortune along with yourseif.

- That cannot be.
- I don't see why not if he doesn't.

Father, it cannot be.

- Alice...
- Oh, Lady Glencora.

Congratulations, Mr Vavasor,
I hear you have acquired Vavasor Hall.

Oh, yes, and a dreadfully dreary place it is too.

Well, you can be an absentee landlord
and feel delightfully wicked.

What a fright, just when I had
something extra special to tell you.

How did this happen?

Hm?

Yes, well, if you'll excuse me, ladies, I...

It wasn't George Vavasor, was it, Alice?

Yes. But we won't talk
about that just new, Glenoora, please.

Now, what is this something extra special
you wish to ask of me?

Well...to begin at the beginning,
there was a row about Lady Monk's ball.

Oh, Cora!

I danced with Burgo

for hours and hours.

And then Mr Bott got hysterical,
he ran to the House,

and the end of it is that Plantagenet
has announced we're going abroad.

- He knows, then?
- Well, how could he not?

But, Alice, he's behaved so beautifully.

Just after he'd said we were going abroad,

they asked him to be Chancellor
of the Exchequer, and he refused

because he was engaged to travel with me,
not that I want it.

If you could know how he's longed for this office,
it's been his grail.

There they were on their bended knees,
offering it to him

and he gave it all up for me.

- He must love you very much.
- Yes. Yes, I'm beginning to think so.

And what he's done
has made me wish so much that...

that I could love him.

- You only have to try.
- Yes.

Yes, that's what he says.

But listen, he wants me
to have a friend on these travels

and he wants you to come with us.

Will you?

You would be our guest, of course.

Well, what with one thing and another,
it might be what you need just now.

It would certainly suit me
to be out of England for a while.

Tell Mr Palliser that I accept
his most generous offer.

Oh, Alice. Oh, I'm sorry.

I don't want to interfere, my dear boy,

but you will admit it all seems rather rum.

It is nothing of the kind, sir.

Glencora needs to travel, that is all.

Glencora needs to travel.

Needs it so much that you must chuck away
the Exchequer when it's offered you.

I don't care much about politics, Plantagenet,

but even I know
what a big thing the Exchequer is.

It'd look rather well, you know,
having it in the family.

It is for the sake of the family, sir,
that I have chosen as I have.

So Sir Bungay said.

But he couldn't or wouldn't say just why.

What's up, Plantagenet?

Glencora looking about a bit?

Your Grace, let us just say this,

Glencora is unsettled at the moment

because certain things have happened, which
couldn't be helped, to make her unhappy.

If she travels, she will forget.

Oh, ain't that rather extreme?

All these women get in a fuss now and then.

What she needs to keep her quiet...is a baby.

Yes-

I pray that in time she will bear one.

Well, the sooner the better.

If I were you, Plantagenet,

I'd start praying a bit harder.

Get her to pray harder as well,
take her mind off all the rest of it.

No need to travel.

And I think otherwise, your Grace.

As you said yourself, Duke,
you have no wish to interfere.

So I trust, sir, that we may
discuss this matter no further.

Very well, my boy. Bon voyage.

And remember to keep on praying
for that baby.

- So that's three large trunks...
- Four, Glencora.

Four? Ah, yes, four.

One cabin trunk,

- And a dressing case.
- But I can't put that in till tomorrow.

So that's the lot.

I sometimes wish we were the sort of people that
could do things more simply.

You know, just travel all through Europe
with one basket between us,

like pilgrims or something.

- Plantagenet, have you finished your packing?
- Yes, of course, my dear.

You might care to look at the itinerary.

We are to slay two nights in Paris.

Well, if you will excuse me.

I think I will just go
down to the Commons for a while,

one last look.

How he hankers. That's his tenth last look
and he'll take three more tomorrow.

Just think what he's giving up, Alice.
lsn't he good?

- I know of no-one better.
- And I know of no-one duller.

Still, I suppose all husbands are dull
from the very nature of their position.

If I were a young woman's husband, I wouldn't
know what to say to her that wasn't dull.

Mr George Vavasor might have had
something interesting to say to you, Alioe.

We will not talk of him.

No. No, I suppose not

I always knew he was dangerous.

Now Mr John Grey is eminently safe.

Neither shall we talk of him, Glencora.

Oh, really, Alice, at this rate
there'll be no-one left to talk of at all.

Can you get me the umbrella, Collingwood?

Is the Lady Glencora at home?

I am not sure. Collingwood will find out for you.

Is the Lady Glencora at home?

She left instructions, sir,
that she was not.

If you will come this way.

It's no good all this travel, Alice.

Wherever I go, I take my heart with me,
and in my heart he comes too.

- You must expel him from your heart.
- How do I do that?

Tear it open with my fingernails
and rip him out of it?

You must think of Mr Palliser.

You must remember that he is giving up,
out of his love for you,

something which he longed for just as you...

- Mr Fitzgerald, my Lady.
- You said you'd see me again so I've come.

Miss Vavasor, Mr Fitzgerald.

Cora, you at least will give me your hand?

I had hoped we might speak
to each other alone for a few minutes.

It cannot be so, Mr Fitzgerald.

Lei me ask you to leave us.

- Cora.
- Please, be kind and go.

- Did you ever love me?
- Yes.

Yes, I did love you, but we've been separated
and there's no room left for love.

Then this is to be the end of everything?

Fitzgerald,

why do you not leave
as Lady Glenoora has asked?

- You must know you ought not to be here.
- I know nothing of the kind.

I'll never leave you so long as you love me.

I shall never tell you that again.
Now do as she bids you, go.

Alice, we shall leave Mr Fitzgerald here
since he drives us from the room.

Cora.

My God!

Come, Glencora.

Alice! Alice, please!

I'll speak to him once more
and then he shall leave me.

Cora, I've come to you today
to ask you to go with me.

No, I cannot go with you.

This is our last chance, our very last.

I still have money
but I'll never be able to manage this again.

Now, for this last time, everylhing is arranged.

Oh, dariing.

No.

- Yes.
- No, no.

Everything is arranged,
you will have seen our boxes in the hall.

Mr Palliser, Miss... Miss Vavasor and I
are leaving for the continent almost immediately.

Now, please...wish me Godspeed and go.

Why? Why do you send me away?

Because I am...

a man's wife.

I care for his honor if not for my own.

Cora.

I'll not force the Lady Glenoora
from a room in her own house.

Thank God he's gone.

The only man in the world I've ever really loved
has just gone from me for ever

and you bid me 'thank God' that I've lost him.

Don't let me stand here
without speaking a word to me.

I don't want you to stand there.

George, what am I going to do?

- Where are you going, George?
- Away.

- For long?
- For ever, as far as you're concerned.

And your seat in Parliament.

That game's over.

And the cousin you were going to marry?

- Is that game over too?
- She didn't play fair.

Hm. She found you out, I suppose,
and now you're running away in a tantrum.

Oh, if only that was all.

Listen, Jane, the nevus is out
I've been disinherited by my grandfather's will.

As soon as they know where I am,
every Jew in London will come knocking at that door.

You're still a Member of Parliament.
You can't be arrested for debt.

The vultures will hover. Once the Parliament
is dissolved, they'll gobble me to the bone.

I'm getting out
before they get a scent of my carcass.

And what about me?

George.

You wouldn't wish me to starve.

Nothing would give me greater pleasure
than to see that you're...

well fed, plenty to eat, plenty to drink

and plenty of clothes to wear,
clothes are what you care for most, after all.

It was for your sake, George.

- Because you liked it.
- Yes, I did like it.

But that has to come to an end
with my other likings.

You know I can do nothing more for you.

What good do you do by coming to annoy me?

- I've come to you because I'm destitute.
- Well, I've nothing for you, not a penny.

We've had all this out before.
I was to set you up in that shop,

- you were to ask for nothing more.
- I can't even make enough to feed a canary.

I've got my vultures to feed.
I'm worse off than you.

No, you're not, you're escaping.
I can't even do that.

And listen,

unless you take me with you, George...

Please take me with you,
I'll go anywhere you say.

- I'll work for you like a slave.
- No, Jane, I don't need company.

Then what am I to do for money?

Sell the shop.

I've borrowed on it already, you know that

It's worth next to nothing.

Then you'll have to think, just as I'm thinking,
what other assets you have.

I have brains and strength
which may serve me where I'm going.

And you...

Look at me, Jane.

Oh, yes, you still have assets that can serve you.

George, oh, how could you?

Oocam's razor, Jane. You pare the problem
down to the simplest possible answer.

In this case, the only possible answer.

There's another possible answer.

Yes, but I shouldn't give in, Jane.

You never know your luck
till the ball stops rolling.

Goodbye, my dear.

If you want a keepsake of me,
you're welcome to anything you can find here.

Et huit a la banque, pour la banque.

- Can't we just look?
- No, Glencora.

Plantagenet will be safely
back at his concert by now.

These gaming rooms here in Baden were
designed by a much admired French architect

so it's our positive duty to see them.

Ooh, very dainty.

Must be a pleasure to lose one's money here.

- Alice.
- No, Glencora.

Rien ne va plus.

24, noir, pair passe.

I wonder if l might
put a piece or two on the table.

- Faites vos jeux
- No, Cora.

Just to see what would happen.

Rien va plus

What can you gain by it?
You don't want these people's money.

I tell you what I want,
I want something to live for.

I want some excitement.
Just one little napoleon.

32, rouge, pair passe.

- That's you.
- I've won, Alice!

Um, I'll put it on the red, please.

Faire vos jeux

Scarlet woman, Alice.
It'll be fun seeing how long we go on.

Rien ne va plus

14, rouge, pair manque.

- Leave it on the red, please.
- Faites vos jeux

- I shall leave it there till I lose it.
- Rien ne va plus

391 rouge, pair et manque.

- Leave it there again, please.
- Faites vos jeux.

Rien ne va plus

Do you think 'rt will go on for ever?

33, noir, impair et manque.

Oh.

Oh, Well, it was fun whilst it lasted.

Oh, Plantagenet, was the concert so boring
that you fancied a flutter instead?

Miss Vavasor, what do you mean
by bringing my wife here among these people?

Don't go blaming Alice, it was all my idea.

Aren't you ashamed of yourself?

- Degrading yourself like that!
- No, I am not ashamed. It was an accident

All I did was place on one little napoleon
and I couldn't help it if l had the beginners' luck.

You need never have begun.
There are jostles at that table, Glenoora.

You've been seen
rubbing elbows with gamesters.

It's no worse than rubbing elbows
with greasy politicians like Mr Bott.

What, mingling with rabble,
mixing openly with public women?

Mr Palliser, this is too much. We have kept
entirely to ourselves and avoided notice.

You invited it, Mss Vavasor, you courted it

You stood by
while my wife wasted her substance.

Good gracious, Plantagenet,
all I did was risk one little napoleon.

In the hope of gaining gold
from the pockets of others.

Well, we all come here with our eyes open.

Just now their eyes are very much on you.

We leave here tomorrow, Miss Vavasor.

Come, Glencora.