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Imagine you're a child again.

A child who has never been away from
home before.

Not for one single day.

When I was ten years old, my mother
decided she could no longer afford to

me.

I was sent away from the little house in
Portsmouth where I had been born, far

away to live with my wealthy aunts Lady
Bertram and Aunt Norris at Mansfield

Park.

I had already been taught to be good.

Now I was told I must never forget to be
grateful.

But for a long time, I was only timid
and unhappy.

We should no doubt prepare ourselves for
an ignorant child with vulgar manners.

But these are not incurable faults.

I trust you approve a well -disposed
girl with more sense than our poor dear

sister. Our sister has enough sense to
send her daughter to us. Seeing if her

cousins will be an education in itself.

I only hope she'll not see poor Pug.

I've but just got two years to leave it
alone.

Come, Johnny, and meet your cousins.

This is Mariah.

And if I were to teach you nothing,
Billy would learn to be good and clever

her.

Julia, Tom, and Edmund.

How do you do? How do you do?

Come meet your uncle, Sir Thomas, and
your aunt, Lady Bertram.

John must be tired after so long a
journey.

Sit here beside your aunt.

Edmund, give your cousin a slice of
gooseberry tart.

This is not a very promising beginning.

I miss my noisy merry brothers and
sisters and the rough and tumble of my

home.

No one meant to be unkind, but I was the
poor relation, and I was often made to

feel it.

Only Edmund put himself out to secure my
happiness.

He became my one true friend.

And as the years passed,

I came to love him as more than a
cousin.

Edmund? Fanny?

Excuse me, Aunt Lawrence.

Sir Thomas wishes to see us.

I'm not at all happy at having to leave
Mansfield for so long, but it cannot be

avoided.

Our affairs in the West Indies do not
prosper.

I expect you to behave with proper
decorum while I'm away.

Of you, Maria, I ask only that your
marriage to Mr. Rushworth should not

place before my return.

Then your return cannot be too soon for
me, Sir Thomas.

Julia, I give you over to your Aunt
Norris care, Edmund.

I believe I may trust you to your own
judgment.

Yes, sir.

Tom.

Here is the chance to prove yourself.

I hope so, sir.

Ah, Fanny, there was something I meant
to say to you.

Should your brother's ship be in
England, I hope you will invite him to

Mansfield.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir. I had hoped when he
would find his sister at 18, much change

from his sister at 10.

But I fear he will not.

With Sir Thomas's departure, it was as
if a cloud had been lifted from

Park. Even for me, there was a spirit of
newfound freedom.

I was 18, it was summer, and I had never
been happier.

I thought Aunt Norris was never going to
let me out.

How did you get away?

I told her I had a very tedious errand
to run to my cousin.

I forgot.

I've got this for you.

Rushworth didn't have 12 ,000 a year.

What a very stupid fellow he'd be.

Luckily for him, he has.

I've had a letter from my brother Tom.

He's staying on in town.

Just what my father was afraid of.

Tom's whole life has turned into one
long party.

I'm left to deal with everything.

Oh, I think it suits you very well.

Besides, it's not all work.

And I know this doesn't count.

I was never happier.

I'll race you.

Come on!

In my innocence, I imagined I would be
happy always.

Then with the sudden brilliance of
lightning, fresh from the pleasures of

London's fashionable society,

Mary Crawford and her brother Henry
arrived in our lives.

Life at Mansfield Park would never be
the same again.

What fine neighbours we have.

This is where we shall begin, with the
Bertrams.

A county with such a house in it cannot
be all deadly dull.

That will depend on the deadliness of
its occupant.

There are four children.

Oh, no children, please.

All now grown up and highly eligible.

There is a younger son, but for myself,
I have chosen the elder. The heir?

You always do.

Even I couldn't think myself thrown away
on the eldest son of a baronet.

So, dearest Minx, what is your strategy?

Uh, tut -tut, no strategy.

Only the use of our natural powers.

They are doomed.

And you, Henry?

You shall marry the younger Miss
Bertram, the beautiful and eligible

We've been in a bad school for
matrimony.

That I will allow.

Marriage as we've seen it is all deceit
and disappointment.

Oh, then there's at least one advantage
to bad schooling.

Are we not more likely to deceive than
to be disappointed?

Here they are.

One can always rely on fashionable
people to be half an hour late.

Oh, they don't have far to come.

I can't imagine a country cottage will
amuse them for long.

Indeed.

Their mother, dear creature, could not
endure it above a week. They were pretty

as children.

How do they look now?

Oh,

Miss Crawford may have the London style,
but her prettiness does our girls no

disservice.

She's altogether too small and too
brown.

And her brother, my dear.

His income may be satisfactory, but it
is plain.

Very plain.

On the subject of Mr Crawford's
plainness, you're still at Julia to be

judge.

I'm sorry that the rest of my family are
not here to greet you, Miss Crawford.

Your eldest son is not with you, Lady
Bertram?

Since his father has been gone, Tom
prefers London or Newmarket to

do feel for you, Lady Bertram.

Has Sir Thomas encountered difficulties
in Antigua?

It is, I believe, extremely hot.

The circumstances in the West Indies are
much less favourable than before, Mr

Crawford. I did not at all like to have
Sir Thomas leave me, but I have been

astonished at how well Edmund supplies
his place in carving, in settling with

the servants.

I take his advice in everything.

Well, then perhaps Mr Bertram may advise
me.

How might I advise you, Miss Crawford?

I'm assured that my harp has arrived
safe in Northampton.

But do you think I can hire a cart to
convey it here?

No, I cannot.

You would find it difficult, Miss
Crawford, to hire a horse and cart just

in the middle of harvest.

I expect I should understand you in
time.

But coming from London, where everything
can be got with money, I'm quite put

out by your country ways.

You could not be expected to have
thought of it before, Miss Crawford,

Once you do, you must see the importance
of getting in the grass.

Anyone for more lemonade?

Our one disadvantage, Miss Crawford, is
that Maria's wedding has to wait until

after Christmas for our father's return.

January is a very disagreeable month in
which to marry.

It is surely the most difficult month in
which to make such a long sea voyage.

Though I have taken certain measures to
spare Lady Burton the worst.

By ensuring that I am the first person
to be acquainted with any fatal

catastrophe.

My stepfather, the Admiral, ma 'am, once
made a winter crossing in such mild

weather, the voyage took a whole month
longer than expected.

In Sir Thomas's case, we will hope for a
happy compromise between speed and

safety. How very well you put it, Mr
Crawford.

Indeed.

And if it is Sir Thomas's fate never to
return, it will be particularly

consoling to see.

Our darling Maria settled in such a
great match.

Maria is without her parasol.

Funny.

Maria catches a headache. We shall all
suffer.

This is perfect.

I'm tempted to call it too perfect.

If this were mine, I would introduce an
element of the unexpected, a romance.

A ruined castle, perhaps.

We have no castle to ruin, sir.

That is only pretense, Miss Julia.

One builds and ruins at the same time.

Allow me.

Allow me.

Oh, my ankle.

Here. Thank you.

If Mansfield were mine, I should add a
folly.

Now that I look at it objectively, Miss
Crawford, I like what I see too much to

want to change it.

Come, Edmund.

You must surely fancy a little chapel.

Why in heaven would Mr. Bertram want a
chapel?

Does he enjoy forcing ladies out of
their bed early in order to kneel on a

floor?

Especially unpleasant if the poor
chaplain isn't worth looking at.

I am shortly to be ordained to the
clergyman, Miss Crawford.

Well, then you must forgive my
pleasantries, Mr. Berger.

I did not know.

Miss Crawford has been telling me why
they're here.

My dear, they're not here for the view.

The fact is she cannot possibly go back
to the London house with her stepfather.

A week ago, the Admiral installed his
mistress under his own family roof.

Well, I'm not at all surprised.

Well, I have the highest regard for the
Navy, but, well, one has only to think

of Lord Nelson.

I'd rather think Julie is ready to be
fallen in love with.

I like your Miss Birdsons exceedingly.

They give themselves no airs.

No. Their vanity is in such good order,
they seem quite free of it.

Last year's style, of course.

They're not hurt by what they don't
know.

And you like Julia Bess?

I am.

Naomi, you're right.

I must have took little Miss Price for a
stab and gave her my hat.

Do you really like Julia Bess?

Mariah is generally thought the
handsomer.

So I should suppose.

Poor Julia couldn't choose her nose.

Well, if she could, I doubt her taste
would improve on it.

But she is charming.

Her sisters are different, but equally
charming.

They are.

And charmed.

I think you might have popped them both
under your arm and run off with them.

Both?

Either.

Fanny, what's your opinion of Miss
Crawford?

She has every virtue, fortune, and a
pretty face.

She does.

And?

What a stone in my shoe.

But, Edmund, does she truly hate to
pray?

Does she really believe everything can
be got with money?

I think Miss Crawford talks to a muse
rather than anything else.

And, Fanny, are you riding tomorrow?

Yeah.

Then I'll have the mare saddled up half
an hour early.

Miss Crawford wants to learn, and Jenny
is much our quietest horse.

You won't be inconvenienced. They'll
make sure we're no more than half an

So you are to be a clergyman.

I am, yes.

I'm surprised.

Come, do change your mind.

You really are fit for something better.

It's not too late. You could go into the
law.

Go into the law?

With as much ease as I might go for a
ride.

Well, usually there's an uncle or a
grandfather to leave a fortune to the

son.

An admirable practice, but I'm an
exception and must shift for myself.

Besides, even with a fortune, I would
make the same choice.

But men like to distinguish themselves,
don't they?

You might be a soldier or a sailor.

I might, but I am not.

You're a natural rider, Miss Crawford.
Well, I am a very good teacher.

Fanny, we're late. I'm so sorry. Really,
it's of no importance. Oh, I'm sure it

is. I do apologize.

Your cousin and I had so much to talk
about, we quite forgot you.

But selfishness must always be forgiven,
you know, because there's never any

hope of a cure.

It was only a little play.

Love is bound.

We were just putting it on for a few
friends.

We were well into rehearsals and we'd
all have gone off brilliantly when the

Dowager Duchess died and our entire keep
was destroyed.

Good gracious.

I mean, it's not worth complaining
about, of course.

Still, the poor old lady could not have
chosen a worse time.

If only the news could have been
suppressed for the three days we needed.

Well, she was a grandmother after all,
and she did die a hundred miles off.

I'm sure you're very much to be pitied,
my dear.

But all is well, ma 'am, for now Mr.
Bertram is to take the baron, and I am

be Count Cassell, ma 'am, and come in
three times and have two and forty

speeches, which is no trifle.

Ah, Miss Crawford.

Delighted. Mr. Bertram.

What do you say, Edmund?

Small, dark, and bright.

We have our Amelia.

I'm engaged and dismissed in one breath.

It's been a great while since I trod the
board.

Today I feel as if I could be anything
and everything.

I am of some use, I hope, in preventing
any unnecessary expense.

Come, Fanny.

It is a shocking trick for a young
person to always be lolling upon a sofa.

You really must learn to think hard,
people.

I'll never have these cards finished in
time for the performance.

You're not seriously putting on the play
here.

Well, certainly we are.

Why not?

Look, it's a slight piece, I know,
but... Do you think this is too modern?

Where's Mr Crawford? I want his opinion.

For one thing, we know Father's on a
return journey now and in constant

For another, yes.

And if we can keep my mother's spirits
up, I shall think our time well spent.

It's a very anxious time for her.

What is it?

What?

I was not asleep.

For another, you have asked Maria to
play the mother of an illegitimate

Do not act in anything improper, my
dear. Sir Thomas would not like it.

You know Father wouldn't like his grown
-up daughters to be acting. I know my

father as well as you do.

I'd imagine no one in this house can see
your judge but you.

Perhaps Edmund doesn't realise how much
I'm relying on him.

You see, I'm to be Amelia, but there's
no one for Anhalt, my tutor.

If anyone should play it, it's you.

He is a clergyman, you know.

Then I'd be sorry to make him ridiculous
with bad acting. We can manage

perfectly well without you. There's no
need for you to take part.

I have no intention of taking part.

Only don't expect to govern everyone
else.

No doubt you will decide in time.

When you do, pray let me know which of
you gentlemen I have the pleasure of

making love to.

I willfully ignored my request. No, I
have leave about... I ordered you to

this curtain by an inch.

Come down here. Come down here.

It's not your concern.

Sorry, Donna.

Do I have to do it? He who forms my
mind.

That's right.

That he who formed my mind.

Do you mind not taking part, Annie? No.

Besides,

your father would not approve, and I
can't afford to displease him. Do that,

though, Julia.

Do I not look every inch the tyrannical
father?

Fanny, I want an opinion.

Yes. Edmund!

This acting scheme gets

worse and worse.

They're going to ask an outsider.

A complete stranger to play Anhalt.

What can you do? Tom's so determined.

There's only one thing.

I must play Anhalt myself.

Well, can you think of an alternative?

You said nothing would induce you.

I know. Do you imagine? I like being
driven to be so inconsistent.

It can't be right to let Tom go trawling
the countryside for anyone who can be

persuaded to take part, no matter who.

No, it can't.

Then give me your blessing, Fanny.

If you're not with me, I mistrust my own
judgment.

I do see it's not right for Miss
Crawford to act with a stranger. Right,

right. She must be spared.

Dear Fanny, I couldn't be easy until I'd
spoken to you.

Are we not made for one another?

Tonight I can be only one thing, Maria.

Tonight I am your lover.

Or I am nothing.

Do you think it's too short?

Let me ask Henry.

Why,

blush, dear girl, pray tell me why. You
need not, I can prove it. For though

your garter met my eye, my thoughts were
far above it.

I say, steady on there, Rushworth.

You're delacting, isn't he?

You cannot refuse me.

I must at long last hold you to my
heart.

Now you've made me mistake my lines, Mr
Crawford. Well, then we must rehearse

again until you choose to remember them.
Get Mariah in shape, will you, Henry?

Otherwise we'll never be ready.

My pleasure, sir.

Now what have you done, Fanny?

If all you can do is make mischief,
we're better off without you.

To see such a short, mean -looking
little man set up for a fine actor is

ridiculous.

Here. Would you like me to hear you, Mr
Rushworth?

Oh, yes, if you'd be so kind.

What did the Baron accuse me of?

Nothing he himself is not guilty of.

But I shall make sure to work... No,
er... Light.

Wrong!

We can't put off any longer, Miss
Crawford.

And really, you haven't so very much to
fear.

It is only me.

Perhaps we could find a private corner.

You see how it is, Miss Price. I cannot
for the life of me remember it. You have

the first line perfectly, Mr Rushworth.

But, Miss Price, I have two and forty of
them.

When Julia speaks, I cannot recognise my
shoes.

Miss Price?

I do not wish to blame you, yet I can
hardly call it ladylike of you to visit

here alone at night.

My dear Mr.

Anhalt, allow me to speak my heart, to
tell you that I love you, that I have

loved you since first I set eyes on you.

The stage directions say, Amelia takes
Anhalt by the hand and looks into his

face.

Ah, Fanny.

Excellent.

Julia won't do it.

Come on.

This is your big moment. You are to be
the cottage's wife.

Me? No.

I cannot play a part. Yeah, you can do
it well enough for her. You mustn't let

her down, Fanny.

When do we ever ask anything of you?

You cannot be so ungrateful as to not do
your cousin's wish.

Yes, do help us out, Fanny.

You'll soon get the hang of it, Miss
Price.

Now, we'll try the moment when you
interrupt my scene with Agatha.

You'll find it very well rehearsed.

We've been hard at it, practicing by
ourselves.

You imagine, sir, I can be shamed into
confession.

Yours is a... A vain conceit. Your
accusations are enough to make my blood

When you arrived, sir, we were going
through the first three acts.

Not unsuccessfully upon the whole.

How dare Henry go like that, laughing,
and not a word to me?

My dear girl, a man like Henry isn't so
easily roped.

Don't suppose I was the one doing the
chasing?

We had hoped, sir, to beg your
indulgence.

As inexperienced players.

My indulgence shall be given, Tom, but
without the play acting.

Do you find Mr. and Miss Crawford
agreeable acquaintances?

Indeed.

Mr. Crawford is very pleasant, and Miss
Crawford is a lively, pretty girl.

I do not say he's not a gentleman,
considering.

But... as your father cannot fail to
have noticed.

He's too short to be considered a well
-looking man.

Father, you've not told us the outcome
of your stay in Antigua.

I'm happy to say our affairs in Antigua
do now prosper.

I hope you won't mind my asking, sir.

But now that you have lived amongst it,
do you believe slavery can continue in

the same way?

as a friend to abolition.

I think, my dear, we may very well do
without slavery.

But without order, we are lost.

You must excuse me.

I am unwell.

Since I've been home, it has occurred to
me that Mr. Rushworth was perhaps

accepted on too short an acquaintance.

I'm unaware what an advantageous
alliance it would be for you and for the

family.

But you must not sacrifice your
happiness to it.

Marriage is a serious undertaking.

You have no particular reason to repent
your engagement.

Over dinner, I... I wondered if perhaps
some new acquaintance had made you

regret it.

Not at all.

If it is your wish, I may still act to
release you.

It's not too late.

You must be perfectly open and sincere
with me.

I thank you, sir, for your most generous
attention.

But I assure you, you are mistaken.

I have the highest regard for Mr.
Rushworth's character and disposition.

I'm honored by his status and his
fortune.

What more could I wish for?

Oh, how wonderful.

Well done.

It is my great glory, Miss Crawford, to
take a little of the credit for bringing

the admiration of Mr. Rushworth for our
dearest angel, Mariah, into effect.

Thank you.

Mariah.

You must write to me every day from
London and tell me all about it.

Congratulations. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Your sister, Julia.

Right from London.

Weddings are such a bore.

Thank God the racing season started so I
can escape.

Even father wouldn't insist I'm here
through Cheltenham.

I need another drink.

He's tired, Miss Crawford.

A waving goodbye to your sister has made
me wonder what there is to keep me at

Mansfield.

Will you not stay for my sake?

I confess I can imagine it being
pleasant enough to spend half a year at

Mansfield.

But in a country cottage?

No.

Might you not feel differently in time?

You think I should be the one to change?

I doubt it, Mr. Bertram.

I'm stubborn, you know.

And I always get my way in the end.

Miss Price, I am come to visit the scene
of the crime.

I shall always look back on our
theatricals with such pleasure.

We were alive.

I was never happier.

Don't you think we're unlucky, Miss
Price?

Don't you think fate might have indulged
us with another week?

No, I don't.

I think everyone indulged themselves
enough.

Well,

that

was a very proper wedding.

The bride was beautiful.

The bride's made suitably in Syria.

Well, how is young Bertram?

I scarcely spoke a word to him all day.

Edmund is as ever Edmund was, determined
on obscurity.

He will not change his mind. He's soon
to be ordained.

His living will be 700 a year.

Well, I'm glad he'll be so aloft.

A very pretty income to make ducks and
drakes with. You would look rather

Henry, if you were limited to 700 a
year. Perhaps, but all that is

Exactly.

And then, until we came here, I never
imagined a country cottage could have so

much the air of a gentleman's residence.

In fact, I've made up my mind to stay
longer.

Henry, what are you up to?

I fancy having Miss Price fall in love
with me.

Fanny! Oh, what nonsense.

Haven't you noticed the wonderful
improvement in her look? Look, the truth

there's no one else for you to notice,
and you have to have someone.

Well...

A little bit of love might do her good.

She's very sweet, and I will not have
you make her unhappy.

Really, I couldn't bear it if you had
turned out like her stepfather.

All I'm asking is to make a small hole
in Fanny Price's heart.

I chose it for you in Sicily.

Thank you.

Oh, William.

You can't imagine how much I've missed
you. Have you?

But you are happy in Mansfield, aren't
you, Fanny? They are kind to you. Yes,

they are kind.

And of course I love them all as I
should.

But my only real friend is Edmund.

Edmund, yes.

In your letter you spoke so often of
Edmund, I was quite jealous.

I thought he'd taken my place. No one
could ever do that.

Besides, what I feel for Edmund is...
It's different.

He isn't my brother.

Just off Trieste, we chased the enemy
sail until we were close enough to fire

her, at which she returned our salute
with a broadside that came scouring

the deck, tore through the foresail,
made a large dent in a brass gun,

away into the open sea. Good heavens!
Amazing!

Luckily, if we were all on the contrary
side, it would have killed and wounded a

good many.

Dear me, how very disagreeable.

I wonder anyone can ever go to sea.

I couldn't feel more differently.

When listening to Mr. Price, I envy him
every danger.

To have gone through such hardship.

And the glory of such heroism puts me to
shame. There is nothing heroic about

what I do, Mr. Crawford.

I'm just an ordinary midshipman.

It's still a remarkable thing to have
given such proof of character so young.

do wish to distinguish myself, sir.

But the truth is, I have no
commissioners yet.

Sometimes I think I'll never be made
lieutenant.

How are you?

Good morning, sir.

How are you enjoying your stay at
Mansfield Park, young man?

Very much indeed, sir. But I only have
two days left, and tomorrow is Fanny's

birthday.

Of course.

Well, then we must celebrate.

I have not seen Fanny dance.

since she was a little girl.

What say we throw our niece a ball
before her brother goes back to sea?

It's high time she came out.

Surely not.

Must I?

Well, indeed you must.

It's your birthday.

Then may I not have my own way?

No, my dear, you may not. Because it is
your day, it is your duty to consider

everyone else.

We need to only make a small party.

But may I not choose the occasion?

I should like it to be the same as the
last birthday I had with William.

A picnic?

A picnic.

I see nothing against that. Thank you
very much.

A picnic indeed.

A picnic for half the county.

The nonsense and folly of people
stepping out of their rank.

Now that you are to move into company,
Fanny...

You must never forget.

Whatever the occasion, you must always
be the lowest and the last. Oh, I shall

never forget that.

Unless, of course, I'm enjoying myself
too much to remember.

I thought it might look well with
William's cross.

This is beautiful.

How can I ever thank you?

Oh, by accepting it for what it is.

A token of love from one of your oldest
friends.

What can I do?

Miss Crawford has also sent me a
necklace.

Miss Crawford has given you a necklace?

Then, my dear Fanny, you must wear it.

Well, I don't want to.

Anyway, yours is far more suited to my
cross.

that she and I should have had the same
thought.

She shows her affection for you, whereas
to me she, um...

She seems determined to torment me.

I'm sure she doesn't mean half the
things she says, but, you know, the kind

life Mary wants.

Hectic, fashionable life in London.

Could I ever live as she wants?

Well, what about the life you want to
live?

Haven't you always said that being a
clergyman isn't about having a

parish or even preaching a good sermon?

It's about living a good life.

Yes, and so it is.

But enough of my problems.

Tomorrow is your day.

Then you must indulge me, Edmund. See it
first as I prefer.

It couldn't look better.

One, two, three. Off you go.

It's Mary.

Miss Crawford. You are mistaken, Mr
Bertram.

Um... I cannot guess.

It's Fanny.

Well, I should have known you, Miss
Price.

May I?

One,

two, three.

My dear Fanny, with your cousin's gone,
you're quite the centre of attention.

I think I prefer being overlooked.

Oh, no, you're not going to enjoy it.

It's of no purpose to blush unseen.

Not that you do.

Did you know that Henry's taking William
to London tomorrow?

No. He is.

They're going to dine with our
stepfather, the Admiral.

I've never seen my brother take so much
trouble over anyone before.

Miss Price, might I engage you for this
dance?

I've asked the musician to give us
ports, ma 'am.

It's your place to open the dancing, my
dear.

Please, sir, must I?

It's your day, Fanny.

What a pity this is the last time I
shall dance with you, Mr. Butcham.

Why is that?

Because the next time we meet, you shall
be a clergyman.

Yes, I go to York tomorrow.

I've never yet danced with a clergyman,
and I never will.

You are especially playful this
afternoon, Miss Crawford. You think if

me hard enough, something serious will
drop out. But I assure you, I am

profoundly shallow.

A large income is the best recipe I ever
heard of for happiness.

Then your happiness is forever beyond my
power.

Come, Mr. Bertram.

It's not too late.

You change your mind.

For me.

Here you are.

My uncle has advised me to go to bed.

I'm sure you've never been up so late in
your life.

I am worn out with civility.

Talking all evening with nothing to say.

Look, Edmund.

How lovely it is.

Yeah. And how lovely you are tonight,
Fanny.

You've always disliked praise the way
other women dislike neglect.

But tonight I think you don't mind being
told you've grown up into a pretty

woman.

Must be Henry's doing.

Don't think I didn't notice how much you
enjoyed dancing with him.

Yes, I've been obliged to enjoy myself
quite shockingly.

There's Arcturus, looking very bright.

It's been a great while since we did any
stargazing.

I don't know how it's happened, but...
Yes, it is a very great while.

I will be back soon.

At last, a letter from Mrs. Rushworth.

From Mariah. Our darling Mariah, my
dear.

My dearest Mama, last night I gave my
first party. It was a sensation.

I cannot tell you, Mama, how very pitty
it is to be queen of the fashionable

world. I have everything my heart
desires.

My comfort as a wife is complete.

Mr. Rushworth is presently in Bath
visiting his mother, and he...

Here is something I can't quite read.

Mr. Rushworth is in Bath.

Maria is alone in London, Edmund is
ordained, and Tom's absent. I'm resigned

you, but I wish they would not all leave
us.

I'm glad we took Fanny in as we did.

Now the others are away, we feel the
good of it.

And it is such a comfort to know we
shall always have her.

Excuse me, miss, but Sir Thomas would
like to see you.

Surely Sir Thomas has asked to see me,
not Fanny.

No, madam, Sir Thomas asked for Miss
Price.

He had made I have the infinite
satisfaction of congratulating you on

brother's promotion Your brother is a
lieutenant

Here

are the letters that confirm it would
you like to see them?

Yes

has all this been your doing?

Was it your request?

I am astonished.

I went to London so as to introduce your
brother to my stepfather.

Yes, that was very kindly.

I wanted the Admiral to exert whatever
influence he might have for getting him

on.

That was my purpose.

My chief purpose.

I confess.

Miss Price.

You're so generous.

We are infinitely obliged to you, Mr
Crawford.

I must go to my aunt immediately.

Please.

Please.

You must allow me to say what I feel,
Miss Price.

Feelings that you cannot have been
completely unaware of. I beg you, Mr

Crawford, pray don't. At first, I saw
only your sweetness, your grace, your

beauty. No, this toy.

Really, I cannot bear it. Because you
think I'm only playing.

I love you with all my heart.

I shall never, never cease loving you.

I give you my love.

My hand, my fortune.

Are we not made for one another?

Tell me.

You must tell me you feel something for
me in return.

No, no.

I can't believe a word you say.

I've seen you do all this before.

Am I to understand that you mean to
refuse Mr. Crawford?

Yes, sir.

What is your reason?

I cannot like him well enough to marry
him.

Here is a man with everything to
recommend him.

I'm half inclined to think, Fanny, that
you do not know your own feelings. No,

but I do, sir.

As soon as I was aware of them, I
disliked Mr. Crawford's intentions.

Did you indeed?

You're so young, you've scarcely met
anyone.

It's surely not possible that your
affections have already... No.

No, you think only of yourself.

The advantage to your family, to
William, holds no weight with you.

I am very disappointed in you. You show
yourself very, very different from what

I had imagined.

You are by no means free of that self
-regard which in a young woman is

disagreeable beyond all else.

Now, must I remind you that the luxury
to pick and choose is beyond your means?

You may live another 18 years in the
world before being addressed by a man of

heart, Mr. Crawford, estate and
character.

I do not claim that you owe me the duty
of a daughter, but if your own heart is

going to quit you of ingratitude... I'm
very sorry to make you angry, sir.

But I know I could never make him happy.

Then I'd be miserable myself.

Dry up your tears.

As you know, Mr Crawford is soon to
leave Mansfield.

He has but a short time to convince you
that you might not be so very miserable

after all.

The moon shines bright.

In such a night as this, when the sweet
wind did gently kiss the trees and let

it make no noise, in such a night,
Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan

and sighed his soul towards the Grecian
tents where

Cressid lay that night.

Oh, so very well read, really.

It was like being at a play, was it not,
Sir Thomas?

Indeed, the play must be a favourite of
yours.

After tonight, sir, it will be.

But to tell the truth, I like an
audience.

Did you?

No.

I don't think you've told Miss Price
anything she does not know, Henry.

Miss Crawford, will you join us for
cards?

Yes, you do.

I've often resolved to make good my
neglect of Shakespeare.

It would take regular study, and I am
not constant in my habits.

What did that shake of the head mean?

Nothing.

You shook your head when I said I am not
constant.

Perhaps I thought it a pity you don't
always know yourself as well as you did

that moment.

You have spoken.

Hardly to please you.

But it does please me. If I don't
understand your opinion of me, then how

improve on it?

And you know I'm going back to London.

And you expect by the end of the week I
should have forgotten you.

Believe me, you're quite wrong.

You are cold.

Oh, very well read.

My

dear

Miss Price.

Now the moment has come. I hate to leave
Methfield.

Good, gentle Fanny.

I don't know how it is, but you have so
much more heart than one usually finds

in the world at large.

And I confess, I would like to have seen
Edmund once more, ordained or no.

There were things I said to Edmund that
I wish unsaid with all my heart.

Would you tell him so funny from me?

Me? No, you must not leave me with such
an errand, Miss Crawford. Well, at least

you'll give him my compliments, I hope.

Is there not a word missing in our
language, Miss Price?

Something between compliments and love?

I have an unusual request to make to
you.

The Reverend Bertram.

How well it sounds.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Stayed away so long, I thought you were
never coming back.

Did Sir Thomas send for you?

No.

The reason I stayed away so long was to
avoid Mary.

I mean, to run into the Crawfords just
as they were quitting the village.

You know, if I hadn't, I'd never have
seen Mary again. I'd quite decided to

forget how to end the whole torturous
business.

But seeing her just now, I hope... Her
manner to me was so very sweet, her

so simple, her looks.

I cannot give her up.

She's the only woman in the world whom I
can ever think of as my wife.

She's invited me to visit her in London.
Oh, no.

And I must waste no time in doing so
quickly before the habits of wealth and

fashion scupper my chances.

So, now I am to go away again.

I'm sorry, Fanny.

I promise I'll write as soon as I have
any news.

And anyway, I gather it's you I have to
thank for their delayed departure.

Fanny?

What can I say? I'm sure we'll think
very differently.

That's true. I think Crawford's
proposal, a highly desirable one,

Return his affection. But, Fanny, if you
can't, of course you mustn't accept

him. I was afraid you'd blame me.

Blame you?

Your conduct has been faultless.

But I can see in my wish to love him the
natural wish of gratitude, if nothing

else.

And, you know, my father thought he
detected some little flaw in your

No, he was mistaken.

I promise you, he was mistaken.

Nothing Edmund could say had any
influence over her.

She will not have him.

I'm not surprised.

There's something about Fanny I've often
observed.

It does not like to be dictated to.

Fanny is very young.

A period of reflection may be all that's
required to bring Fanny to a more sober

appreciation of Mr Crawford's offer.

I propose we leave Fanny behind when we
visit your mother.

Oh. It will involve a small sacrifice on
your part, my dear.

For three weeks?

But I presume, on your goodness, to
allow it.

Of course, if Annie were to marry Mr
Crawford, I should not dream of missing

her, never mind the love to me.

And I tell you what, if she does, and
this is more than I did for Maria, next

time Puck has litter, I shall give her
one of the puppies.

My dear cousin.

Dearest Edmund.

Perhaps it is because of my present
solitude that I cannot stop thinking of

last meeting.

And I so wish... I wish...

I wish...

I did not mean to say you should not
hope.

Life without hope is intolerable, and
even I, in my secret heart,

dare hope that...

Forgive me for calling like this
unannounced.

I had such a desire to see you.

And here you are.

You are tired, Mr Crawford.

Oh, I have been too much in society.

And I too little.

Then we are equally in character, Miss
Price.

Shall we walk?

Have you news from London, Mr Crawford?

Nothing of any interest.

No war, no fire, no revolution.

But Maria and Julia are tireless
followers of fashion.

And even Edmund has dined several times
at Maria's, where, as you may know, my

sister is living at present.

Mary's appetite for society remains
undimmed.

And Tom?

Oh, we see no more of Tom than you do.

The last I heard, he was at Newmarket,
continuing his giddy career of drinking

and gambling.

Whereas I... Mansfield has spoiled me

for anywhere else.

Or perhaps...

Living with this all the time, you no
longer see its beauty.

But to me, on a day like this, it is an
uncommonly lovely sight.

Oh, I think so too.

I can imagine nowhere lovelier than
Mansfield Park.

You see, I haven't forgotten about you,
Fanny.

For a moment, I've been thinking of you
constantly.

Have I not proved myself?

I don't know how to answer you.

Oh, you know how to answer me.

Give me some sign, Fanny, no matter how
small.

Tell me I may look forward to being
happy.

Help me, Fanny.

Guide me.

I can't guide you.

We all have our best guides within us.

If only we would listen.

Well, leave me to my own judgment then.

But my better self, as you well know, is
in your keeping.

Please be gentle with him.

Carefully now.

Oh, Tom.

Tom, my dear boy. Keep him inside and
then straight up to his room.

Help me gently.

Here.

Thank God we have you, honey.

Go to my mother. She needs you.

Tom is extremely ill.

Fanny. Dear Fanny.

Now I shall be comforted.

He had been drinking a good deal, Fanny.

But after he fell, he neglected himself
until he brought on such a fever that he

hardly knew who or where he was.

Finally, his physician insisted on
calling us to him.

And now they've here for his lungs.

I'm so very, very frightened, Fanny.

I'm sure I didn't go near him.

With my weak chest, it could prove
fatal. I'm sure we have more reason to

than to fear.

Dear Fanny, pray God you were right.

But now... I'm guided by Sir Thomas in
everything.

But can it be right for him to go away
again at such a time?

Sir Thomas is leaving us.

No.

Yes,

Uncle.

Coming along.

unwell sir no no not unwell certain

business affairs take me to london

edmund knows i'm going but not why and i
will not add to my wife's unhappiness

unless it becomes absolutely necessary
to do so i rely on you if i need to take

care of her

I may be disappointed elsewhere.

But in you, my dear, I'm blessed.

As for Tom, we can only hope and pray.

My first task is to bring the patient's
temperature down.

Once these little handmaidens have done
their work we may be more optimistic.

You saw Miss Crawford in London?

Yes, every day.

But not once alone.

She was in a pack all the time.

She danced a great deal.

She spoke a great deal.

Said nothing sensible or even kind.

She was, I suppose, her London self.

Like a stranger with whom I had to argue
every little point.

Can I do anything?

Let Fanny read to me.

You're bored with me, are you?

I could do the pretty face to look at.

Our patient is improving.

Let me guess.

The racing news?

Every word.

And no objections, please.

I warn you, Fanny, illness has brought
out Tom's true nature in all its

wonderful ugliness.

He's a tyrant.

Well, I shan't let him tyrannize me.

We'll see about that.

You'll give way.

You're too kind to quarrel.

You should not rely on it, cousin.

Fanny, is there... The best girl alive.

It's four to one on Little Scott and
remnant beat swallow by two lengths in

second meeting at Newmarket on Monday.

Three to one on Robinson.

How many? Yes.

Where's Edmund?

In the breakfast room, sir. With your
aunt? Yes.

I shall be with you in a moment.

Tom?

These are sad circumstances in which to
meet again, Miss Price.

It surprises me that Tom's sisters are
happy to stay in London, but you are

here.

And I will do anything I can to help and
comfort.

Poor young man.

If he were to be cut off now in the
flower of his days, it would be most

None of us are troubling to be quite so
pessimistic, Miss Crawford. I am justly

reprimanded, but pray don't
misunderstand me.

By my honour, I never bribed a physician
in my life.

However, should Tom die, then wealth and
consequence could... fall into no hands

more deserving of them.

Is Edmund home?

Am I come too late?

I need to talk to you all, Miss
Crawford. This concerns you, too.

My dear, I have to ask you to be brave.

I'm very sorry for it.

Julia. Julia is safe with our cousins at
Richmond.

Last week I received a letter from an
old friend in London.

It contained a good deal to concern me
about our daughter, Maria.

I had no choice but to act immediately.

I went to town in the faint hope that my
informant might be mistaken or failing

that, that I might at least reverse a
desperate situation.

I need hardly say that I have been
disappointed.

Maria has left her home and her husband.

No.

No, this cannot be.

Flagrantly, publicly.

Not a contempt for our family's honour.

A complete disregard for each and every
one of us.

She has run away with Mr Crawford.

become aware of my errors too late.

I had hoped my daughters would grow up
to be good.

But I succeeded only in them being good
mannered.

I knew my daughter no more than a
stranger.

A woman whose shoulder I might brush
against without any inkling of her

her hopes, her passions.

And now it's too late.

Her character is destroyed.

Did you notice nothing at the time?

Were they so very discreet?

Discreet? If only they had been, one
ounce of common discretion would have

us. Saved us?

Well, you don't think Henry set out to
destroy the Rushworth marriage?

I don't mean to defend Henry at your
sister's expense, but really, I could

their silly heads together.

I never imagined that they would really
do it.

And I'm sure we both thought Maria knew
she'd had her pennies worth.

to use the vulgar phrase, and would be
content.

Now, for one moment's stupidity, Maria
had thrown away everything she gained by

her marriage.

Is that all you have to say?

Please don't think that I've forgotten
Fanny.

What a foolish girl.

If Fanny had accepted him, they might
now even be married.

And Henry's relationship with Mrs.
Rushworth would be no more than a

little... Enough!

You've said enough. Forgive me, but I
have not yet made my point.

Edmund, I beg you, advise your father
not to interfere.

You mean my father should collude in
this business in the hope that Henry

marry Maria? Well, think, Edmund, think.

Maria would recover some footing in
society.

Not all, of course, but... should the
worst happen with your brother, then

I mean, you and I, Edmund, would be in a
position to help Maria and accept her

back here at Mansfield.

I cannot believe what I'm hearing.

Have you no sense of what this means?

All you see is folly.

A little embarrassment we can overcome
if only we're sensible and we think

straight for five minutes.

Society will forgive us.

What do I care about society?

My father's shame will last forever.

And my mother's grief, and I...

The woman I thought I

loved doesn't exist.

She was a figment of my imagination.

So much the better, you may say. I have
left to lose.

But I'd have lost you a thousand times
rather than see you for what you really

are.

A pretty lecture, I must say.

Will it be one of your sermons?

Love is supposed to endure
disappointment, is it not?

Or so I am told.

Sweet stream that winds through yonder
glade.

A emblem of a virtuous maid.

Silent and chaste she steals along.

Far from the world's gay busy throng.

The gentle yet prevailing.

How I was deceived.

How I deceived myself.

This is all you're doing.

You think of nothing unknown but
yourself.

If you'd have accepted Mr Crawford, none
of this would have happened.

Mariah's letter shows her to be deeply
unhappy, Sir Thomas.

So unhappy, I cannot but hope if you
were to go to her, she might be

to leave Mr Crawford and return home.

Mrs Rushworth would not have her, ma
'am. I mean to say she might return

That, I fear, is impossible.

As a daughter, Mariah may count on me
always to secure her comfort and

protection.

Further than that, I cannot go.

Even her mother doesn't express it.

You mean... Mariah is to be sacrificed
so that they could have a nice...

I mean nothing of the sort.

If you feel it is your duty, Mrs Norris,
to be Mariah's companion in her

grievous situation, then you may feel
free to go.

Poor Mariah.

I don't know who I feel more sorry for,
Mariah or Aunt Norris.

That's better.

A frown doesn't suit you.

Which should I use here, Fanny?

The purple wool or the maroon?

The purple hand.

Damn it if Fenimore didn't come in last
again at Newmarket.

It's only me.

Edmund, come in.

Oh, sorry.

No, no, really.

Come in.

I only wanted to say... What was it

I wanted to say?

It wasn't about this gang riding
tomorrow, was it?

Yes, that was it.

That was it. I just wanted to be sure
you hadn't forgotten.

I hadn't. Good.

Glad.

But now, Edmund, I really must go to
bed. Yes, of course.

Good night, Edmund.

You know, I've always thought

Bunny, oh, I really do need to talk to
you.

Um, Fanny, my dear, I quite want a note
of lavender.

Pick some, won't you, before the sun
gets too hot?

Yes, Aunt, of course.

And Edmund, find the scissors and go
with her.

Yes, of course.

Edmund, if you remember, I need you to
come into town with me this morning.

Not this morning, Sir Thomas.

I'm sure your business can wait.

Bunny. Your father.

It was nothing.

Lavender.

I love you.

I was blind.

Look at Thomas.

Now perhaps Edmund will at last think to
ask Fanny to marry him.

Ask Fanny to marry him?

But surely... Oh, my dear.

Franny has been in love with Edmund
since she was a little girl.

How is it the poet describes her wife,
Sir Thomas?

She's heaven's last best gift, my dear.

Edmund and Fanny have learned a new
term.

Is it possible to be so happy?

Yes.

Let's make it our business, Mrs.
Bertram, to be happy ever after.