All language subtitles for Brideshead Revisited - 1x03 - The Bleak Light of Day

It is so typical of Oxford
to start its new year in the autumn.

I feel positively
one hundred years old.

I was given a talking to
by Monsignor Bell this afternoon,

my tutor yesterday
and the Junior Dean,

and now I've got to face
Mr Samgrass of All Souls.

That will make the fourth
in two days.

Who's Mr Samgrass of All Souls?

Just someone of Mummy's.

They all say that I made such
a bad start last year

that I've been noticed and that
if I do not mend my ways

I shall have to be sent down.

Oh, Charles, what's happened to us
since last term?

I feel so old.

I feel positively middle-aged,

which is infinitely worse.

Well, I'm glad
we had this little talk.

Your mother will be so pleased.

Would you care for a glass of sherry?
I think I shall indulge in one myself.

Thank you.

Did your mother tell you
that I am doing a little work for her?

You know it was she who felt
so keenly that we should meet.

She did tell you, didn't she?

She may have done.
I really can't remember.

Well, I must go.

She has entrusted me with
the compilation of a memorial work

on her brother Ned.

I say work, but, of course,
it gives me immense pleasure.

And what a delight to work
at Brideshead,

quite my favorite house
in England.

I'm glad you like it.

I have an essay to write.
Yes, of course.

Well, remember what I've said.
I am sure we shall enjoy

our exploration together
and you know that

any success
in the fields of academe

would bring great pleasure
to your mother.

Yes, thank you. Goodbye.
Goodbye, Sebastian.

Mr Samgrass and his little talks

were to play
an increasingly large part

in our lives.

Sebastian spoke less than the truth
when he described him as

someone of Mummy's.
He was someone

of almost everyone who possessed
something to attract him.

I'm supposed to mend my ways,
Charles.

I mean,
how does one mend one's ways?

Join the League of Nations union?
Read "Isis" every week?

Drink coffee every morning
at the Cadena caf�?

That would be a start.

You could smoke a great pipe
and play hockey

and go to tea on Boar's Hill.

Yes, yes and I could go
to lectures at Keble.

I could buy one of those
little bicycles

with a tray of books on it.

I could drink cocoa every evening

and discuss sex seriously.

Very seriously.

Anthony Blanche has gone down.

He wrote me a letter.

He said he's taken a flat
in Munich

and started a relationship
with a policeman.

I shall miss him.
Yes. I shall, too

in a way.

Anthony Blanche had taken
something away with him

when he went.
He had locked a door

and hung the key on his chain.

All his friends, among whom
he had always been a stranger

needed him now.

Sebastian and I kept very much
to our own company that term

each so much bound up
in the other

that we did not need to look
elsewhere for friends.

My cousin Jasper had told me it was
normal to spend one's second year

shaking off the friends
of one's first

and it happened
as he had said.

Most of my friends
were those I had made

through Sebastian
and together we shed them

and made no others.

I kept to tenuous connection
with the History school

wrote my two essays
a week and attended

the occasional lecture.

Thus, soberly dressed
and happily employed

I became a fairly respectable man

in my college.

And that is how Lady Marchmain
found us

when early in that Michaelmas term

she came for a week to Oxford.

Mr Ryder. A lady's been here,
asking for you.

She left this message.
Thank you, Oakes.

I am so pleased to have found you,
Charles.

I may call you Charles?
Of course.

I feel I know you so well
from Sebastian.

I've just had luncheon with him

and Mr Samgrass.
Do you know who I mean?

You may have met. He's a very clever
History don at All Souls.

He's been taking a great interest
in Sebastian.

Yes, I heard.

I hope Sebastian
will appreciate his interest.

I was so sorry to have missed you
when you were at Brideshead.

Everyone loves your paintings
in the Garden Room.

Well, it was very kind of you
to let me stay so long.

I think it was Sebastian
who was fortunate to have you

with him all that time.

Is it true,
as Mr Samgrass tells me

that you're my son's only friend
this term?

Well, some people have gone down
I suppose

perhaps I am.
We do spend a lot of time together.

I'm glad of it.
I'm sure I have reason

to be grateful to you, Charles, too.
Friendships like yours

can be such a help.

She accepted me
as Sebastian's friend

and sought to make me hers also

and in doing so unwittingly struck
at the roots of our friendship.

That is the single reproach
I have to set

against her abundant
kindness to me.

One morning, a week or two later

Julia arrived in Oxford, driven by a man

whom she introduce as Mr Mottram
and addressed as Rex.

They both joined a small
lunch party in my rooms.

One of the last of the old kind
that I gave.

How much was it?
Oh, just a few guineas.

So the H.R.H. Ended up
having to pay me

He can't have been more than thirty
at the time we met him

but Rex seemed
very old to us in Oxford.

He'd arrived from Canada
after the war

had become a Member of Parliament

a gambler and a good fellow.
Lucky with money.

You must remember, Mr Ryder,
he's a Colonial

aren't you, darling?

He's never been to any sort
of university.

Lucky you.

Well, it just means you start life about
three years behind the other fellow.

And Rex has never stayed anywhere
for three years

have you, darling?

He's told me
some very rich stories indeed.

I remember one about
two undergraduates and a goose.

Rex knows everyone.

Damn! My cigarettes.
Rex?

Don't worry. I'll get them.

They are in the car.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Julia treated him as she seemed
to treat all the world

with mild disdain,
but with an air of possession.

Look, I'm helping to organize
a ghastly charity ball in London

next month.

You two absolutely must come.

Rex is having a dinner party first.

I don't see why we should.
Oh, but you must.

The trouble with Rex is
he doesn't know anybody young.

All his friends are
leathery old sharks in the city

and dreary MPs.

Well, we'll see.

Come on Charles.

Sorry. Lunt's been playing games
with my cufflinks.

Boy, you're not coming,
are you?

Yes, aren't I?
Delighted dear boy, delighted.

I suppose
I shall have to go in the back.

I suppose you realise that
this going to be

the most stupefyingly boring ball
of the season?

Oh, I don't know. I haven't been
to many balls this season.

It's so dreary this term,
anything would make a change.

Don�t drive like this.
It makes me sick,

Sebastian and I

would spend the night at Marchmain
House, so we went there to dress

and while we dressed
drank a bottle of champagne.

One, two, three.

I can't do it!
Try.

But you're holding me
you can't haul me around like that!

God, Julia.
You're not even changed.

I know. I'm going to be horribly late.

You'd better go on to Rex's
without me.

You're very tedious.

It's heavenly of you to come.

We're all going
to be hideously bored.

Well, don't be too long.

Keep them happy.

I say where on earth is Julia?

How should I know?

Probably gone to have dinner
somewhere else.

Gosh!

It's her dance.

But how will she get there without us?

She'll be all right.

Oh, Rex, that absurd Jeroboam.

Why must you have everything so big?

Won't be too big for us.

Now listen you chaps, let's chuck this
ghastly dance and go to Ma Mayfield's.

Who's Ma Mayfield?

You know Ma Mayfield.
Everyone knows Ma Mayfield

of the Old Hundredth,
the best club in town.

I've got a regular there,
a sweet little thing named Effie.

There'd be the devil to pay
if she heard I'd been to London

and hadn't been to see her.
So come and meet Effie at Ma Mayfield's.

All right, let's go
and see Effie at Ma Mayfield's.

We'll need another bottle of pop
off the good Mottram

cut the bloody ball and then
go straight to Ma Mayfield's.

Look who's here.
At last!

Sorry.

Brenda.
I'm so glad you didn't let him

hold dinner up for me.
It's his Canadian courtesy.

Well, thank God you're here.
At last we can go.

This is all very well, but are you sure
you know where this place is?

Of course I do, 100 Sink Street.
It's just off Leicester Square.

We'll take the car.

Aren't we going to look
in at the ball?

Oh Charles! If you've seen one ball
you've seen them all.

But I want to dance
You can dance at

Ma Mayfield's.

Not the same sort of dancing.
You had better not drive.

I'll drive

I know the way
like the back of my hand.

Jump in.

Ready?

Yes.

How do you turn the bally lights off?

Ask Hardcastle.

Good evening.
Are you members?

You want to keep out of there.
You'll be poisoned

and given a dose.

and given a dose.
You members?

You members?

My name is Mulcaster.

Viscount Mulcaster.

I'm an old friend of his mum.

All right.
Try inside.

You'll be robbed and poisoned
and infected and robbed.

You're not members here,
are you dearie?

I say, that really is the limit!
I'm extremely well known here.

You ought to know me by now.

Yes, dearie.

Ten bob each.

That's absolutely ridiculous. I've never
had to pay to get in here before.

You're lucky dearie. We're full up.
Anyone who comes in after you

is going to have to pay a quid.

Look, I insist.
Let me speak to Mrs. Mayfield at once.

You're speaking, dearie.
I am Mrs. Mayfield.

Well, Ma. I really am
It's so dark in here

I didn't recognize you

in your finery.

You know me, don't you?

Boy Mulcaster!

That's all right, duckie.
Just give us your ten bob

each!

Alright chaps.
I'll do it.

Is Effie here this evening?
Who's Effie?

Effie, one of the girls
who's always here.

They've got lots of girls working here,
some of them's dark, some of them's fair.

Some you might call pretty.
I haven't got the time to notice.

Thirty bob.

I say that's a bit steep.

I'm going to try and find Effie.

Cigarette?
Thanks.

Come on, we're wasting our time.
They're only fairies.

Look you fellows

I've found her.
This is Effie.

Lord Sebastian Flyte,
Charles Ryder.

Effie

Can you give some toast?

Thank you.

That's another six bob!

It's the first bite
I've had all evening you know.

The only decent thing about this place
is the breakfast.

You get fair peckish hanging about.

I seen you here before often
haven't I?

I'm afraid not.

Then it must be you
I seen before.

I should rather hope so.
You haven't forgotten

our little evening in September,
have you?

No, darling.
You were the boy in the Guards

who cut your toe,
wasn't you?

Now, don't tease, Effie!

Oh Lord

I know! You were with Bunty
that time we were raided

and we all hid behind
the dustbins.

Effie loves pulling my leg.
She's cross with me

for having stayed away so long.
Aren't you, Effie?

Well, I know I�ve seen you
somewhere before.

Effie, stop teasing.
Please.

I wasn't meaning to.

Do you want to dance?
Not just at the moment.

Thank God for that! My shoes are
pinching me something terrible tonight.

For the lady, sir.
Thank you very much.

That's thirty bob.

Thank you, sir.

Cheers.
Cheers.

We're under attack.

Oh Lord. Death's Head
and the Sickly Child.

Tell them to go away.

Ladies, dear ladies. Would you care
to dance with my friend and I?

Well if you really want to

we don't mind, do we?

We thought you were fairies at first,
didn't we?

Yeah

when you came in, we both said,
those two are fairies

didn't we, Renee?
Yeah, well that's what we said.

Well that's what you looked like.

That was because of
our extreme youth.

And our extraordinary
physical beauty.

I think you're very sweet really.

I think you're very sweet too.

How about a little party?
Jus the six of us over at my place?

Certainly.

Boy! We're off to a party

just the six of us.

This very charming young lady says
she's got somewhere to go.

I must go and tell Mrs. Mayfield
we're going out.

Come on, Effie.

It was still early.

Not long after midnight

when we regained the street.

The commissioner had tried

to persuade us to take a taxi

but we pile into Hardcastle's car

and there laid our mistake.

Let me out of this.

I'm sorry if I am impeding
the traffic, officer

but the young lady insisted
upon my stopping

so that she could get out.

She would take no denial.
As you will have observed

she was pressed for time.
A matter of nerves.

Let me talk to him.

Be a sport, handsome,
no one's seen anything but you.

The boys don't mean no harm.
I'll get them into a taxi

and see them home alright.

Look here, my good man

there's no need for you
to notice anything.

We've all been to Ma Mayfield's.

I reckon Ma Mayfield pays you a pretty
good retainer to keep your eyes shut.

Well, you can keep your eyes shut on us
as well and you won't be the loser by it.

My God, you'll pay for this!

Do you know who I am?

I am the Viscount Mulcaster!
My father's the ninth Earl!

Open this door!

I insist on seeing a doctor!

Telephone the Home Secretary.
Send for my solicitor.

Charles, are you there?

Yes. I am here.

This is a hell of a business.

I tell you the person to send for,
Rex Mottram.

He'd be in his element here.

Well, you understand sir,
we had to do our duty.

Of course, Sergeant.

This is an outrage.
I demand my legal rights.

It was for their protection, sir.
I'm sure you did the right thing, Sergeant.

We decided to let
the young ladies go, sir.

Cigar?

Thank you very much, sir.

Sergeant

do you think we could
keep this incident between ourselves?

No, sir.

I'm afraid it's too late for that.

The report's already gone upstairs
and we've taken

the young ladies' names
as witnesses.

I see.

Mottram, I intend to sue
for wrongful arrest. Tell him!

Be a good fellow, Mulcaster.
Leave all the talking to me.

Is there anything else, Sergeant?

Yes, sir. If you'd like
to complete the formalities

sign for the sureties.

And if you gentlemen would like
to sign for your possessions.

Sign there please, sir.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Thank you Sergeant
Good night.

It had better be all there!

We had all slept that night
at Rex's flat.

Thank you.

In the morning,
the display was impressive.

He called a man on Thrompos

to shave us while his valet
collected our clothes

from Marchmain House.

Rex joined us after breakfast.

Good morning, gentlemen.
I trust you are feeling a little better.

This is Mr Selwyn
who will be representing you.

Lord Sebastian Flyte.

How do you do?
Good morning.

Mr Charles Ryder.

How do you do?
How do you do?

Lord Mulcaster.

How do you do?
Hello.

Please sit down, Selwyn.
Thank you.

Sebastian's in a jam.

He's liable for anything up
to six month's imprisonment

for being drunk
in charge of a car.

Unfortunately,
you'll come up before Grigg.

He takes a grim view of cases
of this sort.

Now, all that will happen this morning
is that we shall ask to have

Sebastian's case held over
for a week to prepare his defense.

But you two will plead guilty

say you're sorry
and pay your five bob fine.

I'll see what can be done
about squaring things

with the evening papers.

Though "The Star' could be difficult.

Now, this is important

Remember to keep out
all mention of the Old Hundredth.

Now, luckily the tarts were sober
and so they're not being charged

but they've taken their names.
If we try and break down

the police evidence

they'll be called
and used as witnesses.

We must avoid that at all costs.
Right, Mulcaster?

Good.

We have to swallow
the police story whole

and appeal
to the magistrates' better nature

not to wreck a young man's career

for the sake
of a single boyish indiscretion.

It'll all work out alright.

Now, we shall need a don

to give evidence
of good character.

Julia tells me you have a tame one
called Samgrass. He'll do.

Meanwhile, you story is simply that
you came up from Oxford

for a perfectly respectable dance

were not used to wine

had too much
and then lost the way driving home.

Well, let's take care of this
and then see about fixing things

with the authorities up in Oxford.

Everything happened at Court
as Rex had predicted.

At half past ten that morning,
we stood outside

Bow Street Magistrates' Court.

Mulcaster and I had paid our fines

and were free men.

Sebastian was bound over to appear
in a week's time.

Five bob is monstrous.
They should have cleared us.

They put themselves totally in the wrong
when they refused to call my solicitor.

I don't see why
they should get away with it.

Mulcaster, it's all over now.
Anyway, I'm off to the City.

My Great Uncle's just snuffed it.
Taxi!

I suppose Mummy's got to hear about it.
Damn! Damn! Damn!

It's cold.

Why don't we just go back to Oxford
and wait for them to bother us?

Why don't we telephone Julia?

I think I'll go abroad.

My dear Sebastian,
all you're going to be is fined

a couple of quid
and given a stiff talking-to.

Yes, but it's all the bother

Mummy and Bridey and the family
and the dons.

I think I'd rather go to prison.

I mean, if I just slip away abroad,
they can't do anything about it, can they?

Can they?
Yes, they can.

That's what people do when they're
being chased by the police.

I know Mummy's going to make it seem she
has to bear the whole brunt of the business.

Why don't we call Julia,
arrange to meet

and talk it over with her?

Well, you are a pair of pickles.

Good morning, Julia.

I must say you look
remarkably well on it.

The only time I got tight
I was paralyzed all the next day.

I do think you might have taken me
with you.

The ball was positively lethal
and I've always longed to go

to the Old Hundredth.
No one will ever take me.

Is it heaven?
You know about that too?

Rex telephoned me this morning
and told me everything.

What were your girl friends like?
Now, don't be prurient.

Well, mine was like a skull.

Mine was like a consumptive.

Goodness.

Does Mummy know?

Not about your skulls and consumptives.
She knows you were in the clink.

I told her.
She was divine about it, of course.

It's Mummy's being divine about
everything that worries me the most.

I can't think why you went
and stayed with Mr Mottram.

You might have come
and told me about it first.

Well, it wasn�t really
very much chance, Mama.

I am sorry if

How am I going to explain this
to the family?

They will be so surprised to find

that they're more upset
about it than I am.

Do you know my sister-in-law,
Fanny Roscommon?

She has always thought
I brought my children up badly.

Now I'm beginning to think
she must be right.

Mr Samgrass

do you think it would be any use

if I spoke to the Chancellor?

Well, Lady Marchmain,
I've already spoken to Msgr Bell

and persuaded him
to call on the Dean

She's been perfectly charming. I don't
see what you were so worried about.

I can't explain.

Mr Samgrass,
how long have you known

Lord Sebastian Flyte?

Since he first came up to Oxford.

I am an old friend of the
defendant's mother, Lady Marchmain.

What impression have you formed
of his character?

I would describe him to you, sir
as a model student.

My deep regret is that
a brilliant university career

may now be at stake.

Is this type of incident

in his character at all,
would you say?

I would say it was entirely out
of character.

To my certain knowledge,
Lord Sebastian has always conducted

his life at the House
with the most studious application.

The evidence is that the defendant
came up to London to attend

a charitable function,
organized by his sister.

That is correct, sir.
It was a highly respectable affair

I believe the explanation to be
Lord Sebastian, sir

is simply unused to wine.

The law of England is the same
for an Oxford undergraduate

as it is for any young hooligan.
Indeed

the better the home,
the more outrageous the offence.

It is purely by good chance that you
do not bear the responsibility

for a serious accident.

But for Mr Samgrass's evidence,
I would feel disposed to give you

an exemplary prison sentence.

However, I have accepted that

you are unused to wine.

There will be a fine of ten pounds.

The usher will show you
where to pay.

We were both gated
for the rest of the term

but the most lasting penalty
we suffered

was our intimacy with
Rex Mottram and Mr Samgrass.

But since Rex's life was in London

in a world of politics
and high finance

and Mr Samgrass's nearer to our
own at Oxford

it was from him
we suffered more.

For the rest of that term
he haunted us.

11 minutes and
15 seconds.

A marked improvement.

If they want to treat us
like a pair of criminals

we can behave like criminals.

Good evening, Sebastian
Ah, Charles!

I don't think we've been spotted.

How delightful.

Did I tell you I've been invited
to Brideshead for Christmas?

Your mother wrote me
the most charming letter.

Charles,
how good to see you.

You find me in solitary possession.

How are you?

Very well.

I gather Sebastian's
gone out hunting.

Yes. We've had a lawn meet
of the Marchmain hounds

a deliciously archaic spectacle

all our young friends
are in pursuit of the fox.

I've been spending a cozy afternoon
by the fire.

Sebastian,
you will not be surprised to hear

looked remarkably elegant
in his pink coat.

Would you like some tea?

Your arrival emboldens me
to ring for some.

Is Lady Marchmain in?

No. She's driven off with her cousins
to visit a neighbour.

She'll be back in time for dinner.

How can I prepare you
for the party?

Alas, it breaks up tomorrow.

Lady Julia departs to celebrate
the New Year elsewhere

and takes the beau-monde
with her.

I shall miss the pretty creatures
about the house

particularly one, Celia.

She's the sister
of our old companion in adversity

Boy Mulcaster,
and wonderfully unlike him.

I find her most engaging.

I shall miss her
for I do not go tomorrow.

How long are you staying?

Oh, well into the New Year.
And you, Charles?

I don't know.

Tomorrow I start in earnest
on our hostess's book.

Thank you

which, believe me,
is a treasure house of period gems.

Ah, the intrepid hunter returns.

Hello. When did you get here?
About an hour ago.

Had a good day?

Where are the others, Sebastian?

I got fed up so I hacked back.

I'm going up to change. Come up
and talk to me Charles, will you?

Well, no doubt see you later,
Mr Samgrass.

We went to chapel three times
on Christmas Day.

Mummy found

some eunuchs to sing High Mass.

It sounded very peculiar.

Well, we had the village choir

bawling at us
from the Minstrels' Gallery

and Cousin Jasper
dragooned us into playing

endless games of Bridge.

Will I know anybody who's here?

No. I shouldn't think so.

They're all people

of Mummy's and Julia's.

They'll all be there at tea.

Hello, Sebastian.

See what I mean?

An absolute zoo.

Charles! You've arrived!

Hello.
Hello, Cordelia.

Did you have a good Christmas?
Quiet.

I'm going to ask Mummy
if I can stay up specially late

tonight in honour
of your arrival.

Oh, that'll be fun.

Sebastian, what happened to you?
Oh, I got bored.

Well, you missed
the best part again.

We had the most tremendous gallop
across Spring Fields

six jumps to Platts Wood
and I only just managed to stay on.

Well, we all know
how brave you are.

Well, I'm braver than you
and I've only go Mr Beelzebub.

Oh, Sebastian, good to see you.

Hello.

Quite a good day's sport.
I think the hounds

got on much better form
after we dragged Thaxton Wood.

I thought they pressed very hard,
probably why we made the kill.

Ah, Ryder,
how are you?

Hello Bridey.
Very well, thanks.

When did you get here?

Oh, Sebastian, what happened to you
after you left the home woods?

I came back early.
I looked all over the place for you.

Excuse me.

Our hostess has just returned.
She was asking if you had arrived yet.

You'll find her in her sitting room.

Ah, thank you.

I'm just going along to say hello
to you mother.

Why?
You'll see her this evening.

Well, you know.

I'll see you later.

I'm delighted Charles
has joined the party.

It augurs well,
I feel, this reunion

of ours in your mother's house.

I look forward to our time together.

Did you enjoy your Christmas?
Yes, yes. I did. Thank you.

I hope you've both managed
to settle down

after the 'incident'.

Back at Oxford, I mean.

I gather your penance
hasn't been too harsh.

We were gated,
but

I expect you realise that
we've Mr Samgrass

to thank for that
I mean that the pair of you

weren't more severely
dealt with.

He's worked extraordinarily hard,
you know, on our behalf.

He saw the Proctor, the Vice-Chancellor.
He got Monsignor Bell

to call the Dean.
Yes, I know.

Well, that's all over now,
isn't it?

I must make a short visit
to the chapel before dinner.

I don't suppose
I can persuade you to come.

We must make a Catholic of you,
Charles.

Religion predominated
in the house

not only in its practices,
the daily mass and Rosary

morning and evening in the chapel

but in all its intercourse.

Who's coming to Chapel
for the Rosary?

Well, I think I'd better
look after Charles.

I must have my bath at once,
Mummy. I'm filthy.

I'll come.
I can change later.

May I come too, Lady Marchmain
if you don't mind?

Of course not.

Father?
Certainly, Lady Marchmain.

What did Mummy say?

Oh, she spent most of the time singing
Samgrass's praises

and reminding me
of our obligation to him.

How he saw the Vice Chancellor

and the Proctor.
Yes, I've had all that too.

I do wish Samgrass would go.
I'm sick of being grateful to him.

Yes.

Thank God, at least
Julia's lot are going tomorrow.

Goodbye, Charles.
A Happy New Year!

Oh, Julia darling,
I forgot your present

Oh, that's alright

Goodbye Tom, goodbye Margaret,
goodbye Bobby. See you later.

See you all at Polly's

if we don't get there by midnight,
Happy New Year.

Hold on, Tom!

Come on Charles.

We remained at Brideshead
leading our own life.

I had no mind then for anything

except Sebastian. And I saw him
already as being threatened

though I did not yet know
how black was the threat.

His constant, despairing prayer
was to be let alone.

And since he counted
among the intruders

his own conscience
and all claims of human affection

his days in Arcadia were numbered.

He did not fail in love,
but he lost the joy of it

for I was no longer part
of his solitude.

As my intimacy with the family
grew

I became part of the world

he sought to escape.

I became one of the bonds
which held him.

That was the part
for which his mother

in our little talks,
was seeking to fit me.

You have so many beautiful things.

You know, Charles, when I was a girl,
we were comparatively poor

but still much richer
than most of the world

and when I married
I became very rich.

It used to worry me. I thought it wrong
to have so many beautiful things

when others had nothing.

Now I realise that it's possible

for the rich to sin by
coveting the privileges

of the poor.
Can you see that?

Perhaps.

The poor have always been
the favourites

of God and his Saints,
but I believe that

it's one of the special achievements
of grace to

sanctify the whole of life.

Riches included.

Wealth in Pagan Rome was necessarily
something cruel. It's not anymore.

But I thought that
it was supposed to be easier

for a camel to pass
through the eye of a needle

than for a rich man
to enter the Kingdom of Heaven.

It's very unexpected for a camel
to go through the eye of a needle

but then, the Gospel is simply
a catalogue of unexpected things.

It's not to be expected that an ox
and an ass should worship at the crib.

Animals are always doing
the oddest things

in the lives of the Saints.
It's all part of the poetry

the Alice-in-Wonderland
side of religion.

Ready!

Pull!

Ready!

Pull!

Hello.

Where have you been
all morning?

With your mother.

Oh God.
Another of her little talks.

I can't help it if she thinks
I'm ripe for conversion.

Ready!
Pull!

You shouldn't encourage her.

She can be very determined.

And I can be very stubborn.
You needn't worry about me.

Ready!

Pull!

Oh God, look at him.

Charles, I don't think
I can take another day of this.

Why don't we go away somewhere?

Where?

Oh, I don't know.

Paris, Buenos Aires, New York

Bayswater?

I think I'd settle for Bayswater.

Do you think your father will have us?
I don't think he'd even notice us.

After tea then?
After tea.

Come on Sammy.

Ready!

Pull!

Ah, Charles.
I've just been telling Sebastian

I've made
the most interesting discovery.

Really?

Pull?

Oh, sorry.

That term at Oxford

we took up again that life
that seemed to be shrinking

in the cool air.

The sadness, that had been strong
in Sebastian the term before

gave place to a kind of sullenness,
even towards me.

He was sick at heart somewhere.
I did not know how

and I grieved for him,
unable to help.

When he was happy now, it was usually
because he was drunk.

And when drunk,
he developed an obsession

for mocking Mr Samgrass.

Samgrass, green arse

All this, Mr Samgrass took in good part.

As though each outrage in some way
strengthen his hold in Sebastian.

It was during this term
that I began to realise

that Sebastian
was a drunkard

in quite a different sense
to myself.

Sebastian, it's me.

Are you there?

Sebastian, are you alright?

What's the matter?
Can I help?

I got drunk often.

But through an access of high spirit
and the love of the moment

and the wish to belong
and enhance it.

Sebastian drank to escape.

Nothing's the matter.

As we together grew older
and more serious, I drank less, he more.

Then, a succession of disasters
came upon him so swiftly

There's nothing to be done.

And with such unexpected violence

that it is hard to say when exactly

I realised my friend was in deep trouble.

But I knew it well enough
in the Easter vacation at Brideshead.

Charles, go away.

There's a good fellow.