All language subtitles for Brideshead Revisited - S01E03 - The Bleak Light of Day

It is so typical of Oxford

to start its new year
in the autumn.

I feel positively 100 years old.

I've just been 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?

Oh, just someone of Mummy's.

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

that I've been noticed,
and 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?

Um... 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.

L...

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.

Good-bye.

Good-bye, 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.

How does one
mend one's ways, hmm?

Join the League of Nations
Union?

Read lsis every week?

Drink coffee every morning
at the Cadena café?

That would be a start.

You could smoke a great pipe
and play hockey

and go to tea on Boar's Hill.

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.

- Has he?
- Mm.

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 a 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
member of my college.

And that is how
Lady Marchmain found us

when early
in that Michaelmas term

she came for a week to Oxford.

Oh, Mr. Ryder.

A lady's been here
asking for you, sir.

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 are 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 large man

who 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 H.R.H. ended up having...

He can't have been more
than 30 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 chap.

Well, it just means
you start out life

three years behind
the other fellow.

And Rex has never stayed
anywhere for three years.

Have you, darling?

Mind you, I know quite a lot
about the house from Effie.

He's told me some
very rich stories, indeed.

I remember one
about two undergraduates

and a goose.

Old story.

Rex knows everyone.

Any cigars, Charles?

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.

His friends are all
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.

Well, that's a surprise.

I suppose I'll have to go
in the back.

I suppose you realize
this going to be

one the most stupefyingly
boring balls of the season.

Well, I haven't been
to too many balls this season,

so that's all right.

Remarkably on a good day.

- Oh, careful.
- What?

Nearly lost the bubbly.

My God, Sebastian, you're not
gonna drive like this

all the way to London, are you?

I shall be sick.

Sebastian and I were to spend
the night at Marchmain House,

so we went there to dress

and, while we dressed,
drank bottle of champagne.

But you're pulling.

You can't haul me around
like that.

Ohl.

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.

Mm.

Well, don't be too long.

Thank you.

Keep them happy.

Yes, sir.

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,
sweet little thing named Effie.

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

Now, we need another bottle
of pop off the good Mottram...

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

Look who's there.

At last.

I'm sorry.

Brenda.

I'm so glad you didn't let him
hold up 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
on the ball?

Oh, Charles.

If you've seen one ball,
you've seen them all.

- But I want to dance.
- All right, you can dance at-

- Ma Mayfield's.
- Ma Mayfield's.

Not the same sort of dancing.

You better not drive.

I'll drive.

Know the way
like the back of me 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.

You members?

Um...

The name is Mulcaster.

Viscount Mulcaster.

Now, look here, my man.

I'm an old friend
of the proprietress.

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.

10 bob each.

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.

Now, look, I insist.

Let me speak to Mrs. Mayfield
at once.

You're speaking, dearie.

I am Mrs. Mayfield.

Well, Ma.

I really-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.

It's all right, chaps.

Is Effie here this evening?

Who's Effie?

Effie, you know, one of
the girls who's always here,

pretty, dark one.

Well, we've got lots of girls
working here,

some dark, some fair,
some you might call pretty.

I haven't got the time
to notice.

30 bob.

I say, that's a bit steep.

I'm gonna go
and try and find Effie.

Cigarette?

Thanks, old man.

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?
- Yes.

That's another 6 bob.

This is 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.

Oh, then it must be you
I've seen before.

I should rather hope so.

You haven't forgotten our little
evening in September, have you?

No, darling.

Oh, you was the boy
in the Guards

who cut his toe, wasn't you?

Now, don't tease, Effie.

Oh, Lord.

Oh, I know.

You came with Bunty
that night we were raided

and we all hid behind
the dustbins.

Effie loves pulling my leg.

Yes, well, she's cross with me

for having stayed away
for so long,

aren't you, Effie?

I know I seen you
somewhere before.

Effie, stop teasing, please.

I wasn't meaning to, honest.

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 30 bob.

Thank you, sir.

Cheers.

Oh, cheers.

We're under attack.

Oh, Lord,

Death's Head
and the Sickly Child.

Mm-hmm.

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 was fairies
at first, didn't we?

Yeah, when you came in,
we both said,

"Those two are fairies,"
didn't we, Renee?

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.

Well, I think
you're very sweet too.

Hey, how about a little party,

just the six of us
over at my place?

Certainly.

Boy, we're off to a party.

Oh.

Just the six of us.

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

Oh, 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 commissionaire tried
to persuade us to take a taxi,

but we piled
into Hardcastle's car,

and there lay our mistake.

Here. Stop.

Let me out.

I'm sorry if I'm 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.

Here, et 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 all right.

Now, 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 them 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 is the ninth Earl.

For God's sake,
pipe down in there.

Open this door.

I insist upon seeing a doctor.

Telephone the home secretary.

Send for my solicitor.

Charles, are you there?

Yes, I'm here.

This is a hell of a business.

I tell you,
the person to send for

would be 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.

And we decided to let
the young ladies go, sir.

Cigar?

Oh, 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.

If you gentlemen would like
to sign for your possessions.

There, sir, please.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Thank you, Sergeant. Good night.

All right,
just under there, sir, please.

It'd better be all there.

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

Thank you.

In the morning,
the display was impressive.

He summoned a man from Thrompos
to shave us,

while his valet collected our
clothes from Marchmain House.

Rex joined us after breakfast.

Good morning, gentlemen.

I trust you're feeling
a little better.

This is Mr. Selwyn,
who will be representing you.

Lord Sebastian Flyte.

How do you do?

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 5 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,

so they've not being charged,
but they've taken their names.

Now, 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?

Mm.

Good.

We have to swallow
the police story whole

and appeal to the magistrate's
better nature

not to wreck
a young man's career

for the sake of a single
boyish indiscretion.

It'll all work out all right.

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, your 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 your authorities
up in Oxford.

Everything happened at court
as Rex had predicted.

At 10:30 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.

5 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, look.

All you're going to be
is fined a couple of quid

then 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,

then they can't do anything
about it, can they?

Can they?

Yes, they can.

Well, that's what people do
when they're being chased

by the police.

I know Mummy's going
to make it seem

as if she has to bear
the whole brunt of the business.

Look, why don't we call Julia,

arrange to meet,
and talk it over with her, hmm?

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 girlfriends 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 there 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

are more shocked about it
than I am.

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

She's always thought
I brought my children up badly.

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

Mr. Samgrass.

Do you think it any use
my speaking to the chancellor?

Well, Lady Marchmain,

I've already spoken
to Monsignor Bell

and persuaded him
to call on the dean.

She's being perfectly charming.

I don't see what
you're 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 offense.

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 10 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, 15 seconds.

A marked improvement.

If they want to treat us
like 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
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?

Mm.

Your arrival emboldens me
to ring for some.

Is Lady Marchmain in?

No, she's driven off with her
cousins to visit a neighbor.

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 is 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 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?

Absolute zoo.

Charles, you've arrived.

Hello.

Hello, Cordelia.

Did you have a good Christmas?

Mm, quiet.

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

especially late tonight
in honor 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.

Hmm, well,
we all know how brave you are.

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

Quite a good day's sport.

Oh, Sebastian, good to see you.

Hello.

I think the hounds
were on better form

after we dragged Thaxton Wood.

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.

No, thank you.

Ah, Charles.

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 realize we have
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 on 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.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,

now, and at the hour
of our death, amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace,
Our Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women,

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,

now, and at the hour
of our death, amen.

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 had all that too.

I do wish Samgrass would go.

I'm so sick
of being grateful to him.

Yes.

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

Good-bye, Charles.

Happy New Year.

Oh, Julia, darling,
I've forgotten your present.

Oh, it's all right.

Good-bye, Tom.

Good-bye - Good-bye, Margot.

Good-bye, Bobby. See you later.

I'll see you all at Polly's.

If we don't get there
by midnight, happy New Year.

Come along, Tom.

Come on, Charles.

For a fortnight,

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 have nothing.

Now I realize 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 favorites

of God and His saints,
but I believe

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 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...

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?

Well, 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?

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 Hilary term at Oxford,

we took up again the 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 ♪

♪ Samgrass ♪

♪ Green arse ♪

All this Mr. Samgrass
took in good part,

as though each outrage
in some way strengthened

his hold on Sebastian.

It was during this term
that I began to realize

that Sebastian was a drunkard

in quite a different sense
to myself.

Sebastian, it's me.

Are you there?

Sebastian, are you all right?

What's the matter?

Can I help?

I got drunk often

but through an excess
of high spirits

and the love of the moment

and the wish to prolong
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 realized

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.