All language subtitles for The House of Mirth 2000 1080p BluRay HEVC x265 5.1 BONE

Mr Selden, what luck.

- Good luck?
- Yes.

I'm on my way to the Gus Trenor's
at Bellomont,

and I've missed the 3:15
to Rhinebeck,

and there isn't another train
till half past five.

How nice of you
to come to my rescue.

And what form
should my rescue take?

Oh, almost any.

Shall we go over to Sherry's
for a cup of tea?

Mm, I'm dying for a cup of tea,
but isn't there a quieter place?

I live near here.

- At the Benedick still?
- Yes. On the top floor.

Is it cool up there?

Come up and see.

I'll take the risk.

Oh, how delicious
to have a place like this all to oneself.

Even women have been known
to enjoy the privileges of a flat.

Governesses, yes,
but not poor marriageable girls.

I even knew a girl
who once lived in a flat.

Oh, if I could only do over
my aunt's drawing room,

I know I should be a better woman.

Is it so very bad?

That shows how seldom
you come there.

Why don't you come oftener?

When I do come, it's not to look
at Mrs Peniston's furniture.

Nonsense!
You don't come at all.

And yet we get on so well
when we meet.

- Cream or lemon?
- Lemon.

Oh, I can't make you out.

Of course there are men
who dislike me...

...and others who are afraid of me.

They think I want to marry them.

But I don't think
that you dislike me.

And you can't possibly think
that I want to marry you.

No, I absolve you from that.

- Well then?
- Well then... perhaps that's the reason.

- The reason for what?
- The fact that you don't want to marry me.

Perhaps I don't regard that
as such a strong inducement

to go and see you.

Dear Mr Selden,

it is stupid of you
to be disingenuous.

And it isn't like you to be stupid.

I have been about too long.

People are getting tired of me.

They are beginning to say
that I ought to marry.

Isn't marriage your vocation?
Isn't it what you're all brought up for?

I suppose so.

So, why not take the plunge
and have it over?

You collect, do you?

- First editions and things?
- Mm-hmm.

And Americana?
Do you collect Americana?

No, that's rather out of my line.

And Americana are horribly dull,
I suppose?

I should fancy so.
Except to the historian.

And yet they do fetch
such fabulous prices, don't they?

Oh, only the very rich
can afford to buy them.

And you know that I am not rich.

But life is very expensive.

Do you mind not being rich enough?

And having to work.
Do you mind that?

Oh, the work itself is not so bad.

I'm rather fond of the law.

But do you mind enough
to have to marry to get out of it?

God forbid.

You see,
there is the difference.

A girl must,
and a man if he chooses.

Perhaps you'll meet your fate tonight
at the Trenor's.

I thought you might be going there.

Those big parties bore me.

As they do me.

Then why go?

You forget.

It's part of the business.

Good luck at Bellomont.

Miss Bart?

Well, of all people.

Oh, Mr Rosedale.
How are you?

Been uptown doing a little shopping?

Yes. I came up
to see my dressmaker.

I didn't know there were
any dressmakers at the Benedick.

- Oh, is that the name of this building?
- Yes. I own it.

The name means "confirmed bachelor".

I'm just on my way to the Trenor's.

You must let me take you
to the station.

No. Thank you.

You are very kind,
but I wouldn't think of troubling you.

Mr Gryce, it's you.

The seat next to me is empty.

Do take it.

I suppose you're going to Bellomont.

Yes. For a week.

A whole week? How delicious.

And how are you getting on
with your Americana?

I've got a few new things.

Your uncle had a very fine collection,
I believe.

Yes, he collected
for a number of years, but...

I must have this seat
next to you, Lily.

Oh, Mr Gryce.
How do you do?

I came across this morning
from Mount Kisco in the motor car.

Had to kick at my heels at Garrison's
for an hour without even a cigarette.

I don't suppose you have
a single one left, have you, Lily?

What an absurd question, Bertha.

You don't smoke?

Since when have you given it up?

And you don't smoke either,
Mr Gryce?

How stupid of me.

It was simply inhuman of Pragg
to go off now.

When I was in Tuxedo,
I asked a lot of people down,

and I've mislaid the list,
and I can't remember who's coming.

And this week
is going to be a failure, too.

Oh, Judy, as if anybody
is ever bored at Bellomont.

Oh, everything has gone wrong.

And now Bertha Dorset
is furious with me.

She's furious with you? Why?

Because I told her
that Lawrence Selden was coming,

but he wouldn't after all,

and she's quite unreasonable enough
to believe it was my fault.

I thought that was all over.

Oh, so it is... on his side.

I believe I shall
call up Lawrence on the telephone

and tell him he simply must come.

Oh, don't.

Good gracious, Lily.
Do you dislike him so much?

Not at all. I like him.

Oh, I don't say
there's any real harm in Bertha,

but she delights
in making people miserable,

especially her husband.

Poor George.

But she is dangerous.

And you are not nasty.

And for always getting what she wants
in the long run,

commend me to a nasty woman.

I thought you were
so fond of Bertha.

Oh, I am.

It's much safer
to be fond of dangerous people.

Did you know
his father made a fortune

out of inventing a device
which excludes fresh air from hotels?

Who?

Why to be sure, Lily, Percy Gryce.

But he's horribly shy
and easily shocked.

Why don't you say it, Judy?

I have the reputation
for being on the hunt for a husband.

Lily, I asked him here
on purpose for you.

Percy Gryce and I
are becoming very good friends.

You're quite sure you wouldn't like me
to telephone Lawrence Selden?

Quite sure.

I do enjoy the quiet.

Don't you, Lily?

I wish the men
would always stay away.

It's really much nicer without them.

Oh, you don't count, George.

One never talks to one's husband.

But wives never like their husbands
talking to other women.

Only if the women in question
are slightly too eligible.

- Or divorced.
- Wives may do as they wish.

Husbands are expected to be like money:
influential but silent.

If divorcees were more acceptable,
I might be tempted.

Gus! Oh, dear.

You see, I came after all.

Thank you for keeping me
from playing bridge tonight, Mr Gryce.

Not at all, Miss Bart.

I have no head for the game
or the rules of betting.

I have been dragged into it
in the past,

and I've lost
an appalling amount of money.

Mr Gryce, I've shocked you.

Whilst I do not approve of cards,
Miss Bart,

I do approve of you.

I hope that means you forgive me.

For I am penitent.

- Will you go to church tomorrow?
- Yes.

May I accompany you, Miss Bart?

Of course, Mr Gryce.

- Good night.
- Good night, Miss Bart.

Dear me. Am I late?

- Late for what?
- Late for whom?

Perhaps you had
an earlier engagement?

Yes, I had.

Perhaps I am in the way, then?

Mr Selden is at your disposal.

I never interfere
with Mr Selden's engagements.

But I have no engagement
with Mr Selden.

My engagement was to go to church,

and I am afraid that the carriages
have left without me.

Have they left, do you know?

Yes. I heard them drive away
some time since.

Then I shall have to walk.

It's too late to get there.

Well, I shall have the credit
for trying at any rate.

You must be quite breathless.

How fast you walk.
I thought I'd never catch up with you.

But I've been sitting here
for nearly an hour!

Waiting for me, I hope.

Waiting to see if you would come.

Weren't you sure that I would?

If I waited long enough.

But I only had a limited time
to give to the experience.

- Why limited?
- By my other engagement.

Now I see why you were getting up
on your Americana.

That is why I was waiting for you.

To thank you for having given me
so many points.

You can hardly do justice to the subject
in so short a time.

Won't you devote the afternoon to it?

We'll take a walk,
and you can thank me at your leisure.

Let us sit here.

I have broken two engagements
for you today.

And both of them with Percy Gryce.

How many have you broken for me?

None.

My only engagement at Bellomont
was with you.

You really came to Bellomont
to see me?

Of course I did.

Why?

Because I always like to see
what you're doing.

You're such a wonderful spectacle.

Well, now that you are here,
you can see the effect first-hand.

Oh, I don't flatter myself
that my coming here

has deflected your course of action
by a hair's breadth.

Oh, do give me one.
I haven't smoked in days.

Why such unnatural abstinence?

Because it is not considered becoming
in a jeune fille à marier.

And at the present moment,
I am a jeune fille à marier.

You must suppose me
a dull kind of person

if you think I never yield
to an impulse.

But I don't suppose that.

Your genius lies
in converting impulses into intentions.

My genius?

My genius would appear to be

my ability to do the wrong thing
at the right time.

Or vice versa.

Is there any final test of genius
but success?

I certainly haven't succeeded.

But you will marry
someone very rich.

What a miserable future
you foresee for me.

Haven't you seen it for yourself?

Of course.

But it seems so much darker
when you show it to me.

Why do you do this to me?

Why do you make the things
that I have chosen seem hateful to me...

...if you have nothing
to give me instead?

No. I have nothing
to give you instead.

If I had, it should be yours.
You know that.

But you belittle me in being so sure
they are the only things I care for.

Isn't it natural
that I should try to belittle

all the things I can't offer you?

Do you want to marry me?

No.

I don't.

But perhaps I should if you did.

It would be a great risk.

I have never concealed from you
how great.

You are a coward.

No.

It's you who are the coward.

Are you serious?

Why not?

I took no risk in being so.

Why is it that when we meet...

...we always play
this elaborate game?

It's getting late.

Let us go down.

I thought Mr Gryce
meant to stay all week.

He did mean to stay,
that's the worst of it.

It shows that he's
running away from you.

That Bertha's done her work
and poisoned him.

What was it
Bertha really told Percy?

Don't ask me. Horrors.

All I can say is, Lily,
that I can't make you out.

Oh, he's not completely lost.

There are ways.

Whatever you do, do nothing.

Oh, Lily, you'll never do anything
if you're not serious.

Out of spirits?

I'm a little dull.

Is your last box of Doucet
dresses a failure,

or did my wife rook you
for everything at bridge?

I have to give up Doucet dresses
and bridge.

I can't afford either anymore.

And Judy thinks me a bore.

Fact is, she's angry with me.

Angry with you? Nonsense.
My wife's devoted to you.

Oh, she is my very best friend,
and that is why I mind vexing her.

I want to make my peace with her.

She has her heart set
on my marrying money.

A great deal of money.

You don't mean Percy Gryce?

Good Lord. How could Judy think
you would do such a thing?

Sometimes I think a man understands
a woman's motives

better than her own sex does.

Good Lord.
I could have told Judy that.

Oh, by the way, Miss Lily,

I wish you'd try to persuade Judy
to be civil to Rosedale.

I did a neat stroke of business
through him last week.

If she'd only ask him
to come and dine now and then,

I could get almost anything
out of him.

He's going to be richer than all of us
one of these days.

Would you do me a favour?

A very great favour?

Why, of course.

I don't mean to bore you
with all of this,

but I am entirely dependent
upon my aunt.

And though she is very kind,
she gives me no regular allowance.

I have a tiny income of my own,
but it has been badly invested.

It seems to bring in
less and less each year.

And recently,
I have lost money at cards.

I have paid off my debts,
of course, but...

...I dare not tell my aunt.

I can no longer go on living
my present life.

And Percy Gryce?

I can't make that sort of marriage.

So, you gave him the sack,

and that's the reason
he let out by train early this morning?

If you will trust me,

I can make you a handsome sum
without endangering your capital.

I am so ignorant
about money matters,

and I would be so grateful
to have a good adviser.

Leave it to me.

I'll find a solution.

Really, Lily,

you're as careless and frivolous
as your poor parents were.

I don't see why you go to Bellomont
if you don't remember what happened

or whom you saw there.

But there was no one new.

Just the usual throng.

Was Mr Selden there?

Yes. He came later.

And Mr Rosedale, was he there?

No, of course not.

Why do you ask?

Oh, passing interest, merely.

Mr Selden tells me that, socially,
Mr Rosedale is very ubiquitous now.

I have always thought
that men like Rosedale

and their methods
of gaining fortunes

were at best, questionable,
at worst, criminal.

To grow richer

at a time when most people's investments
are shrinking

strikes me as being
in very bad taste.

But society still uses such men,
if only obliquely.

If obliquity were a vice,
we should all be tainted.

Only someone without family
could make such a vulgar remark.

Aunt Julia...
you are my family.

Just as I thought.

It's extraordinary
that I cannot teach the parlour maid

to draw the blinds down evenly.

- Will you see to it, Grace?
- Of course.

Jennings, we will take tea
in the upstairs sitting room.

Lily, you can read me
the obituaries.

Oh, Aunt Julia,
Grace does it so much better than me.

She can make even the most
insignificant death seem interesting.

I will see to the blinds.

Very well.
You may join us later.

It's a Mrs Haffen, Miss.

She won't say what she wants.

Do you want to see me?

I have something
you might like to see.

You have something
belonging to me?

Not exactly.

I don't understand.

If it is not mine,
then why are you here?

When I was working at the Benedick,

I was in charge
of cleaning the gentlemen's rooms.

Most gentlemen are careful
about the letters they get.

Burn them in winter,
tear them into bits in summer.

But Mr Selden wasn't so particular.

I know nothing of these letters.

I have no idea
why you have brought them here.

To sell them.

I saw you coming out
of Mr Selden's rooms.

So, I guessed they were worth
more to you than me.

You promised me we would meet
when George was next away from town.

Although you have forbidden me
to come to you, I will.

I cannot bear George near me.

When he touches me, I want to scream.
His very presence is unbearable.

"My darling Lawrence,
you are my consolation, my only joy.

"In you I find more freedom and support
than I have ever known.

"Your devoted Bertha."

What do you want me
to pay you for them?

One hundred and fifty.

One hundred.

I've got to live, too.

I have offered you all that I am prepared
to pay for these letters.

One hundred.

"If you would forgive your enemy...

"...first inflict a hurt on them."

Oh, Bertha.

How could you have been
so indiscreet?

I now pronounce you
man and wife.

I've never seen you look
more lovely.

Oh, Gus.

Lily, I've got a cheque for you.

Another dividend?

You have both Rosedale and me
to thank for it.

I've made you 5,000 on his tips

and reinvested four on your behalf.

And there's promise
of another big rise.

Well...
I can't thank you properly now.

I don't want to be thanked.

I want you to be nice
to Rosedale and me.

I'd like to see you now and then.

Come on over to Bellomont.
I'll send the motor.

Really,
you say the most absurd things.

Besides, it's impossible.

My aunt is back in town,

and I must stay with her
for the rest of the season.

You must come to see
Mrs Peniston and I

the next time you are in town.

Then you can tell me
how to better invest my small fortune.

This is luck.

I was wondering if I should be able
to have a word with you.

I haven't recovered my self-respect

since you showed me
how poor my ambitions were.

On the contrary.

I thought that I had been
the means of proving

they were more important to you
than anything else.

Lily! We thought
you'd given us the slip.

We've been hunting all over for you.

My object in hunting for you

was to invite you to my box at the opera
on opening night.

Gus has promised
to come to town on purpose.

He's a tremendous admirer of yours.

I fancy he'd go a lot farther
for the pleasure of seeing you.

The Trenors are my best friends.

I think we should all go a long way
to see one other.

How's your luck been going lately
on Wall Street?

I hear that Gus pulled off
a nice little pile for you last month.

I had a little money to invest,

and Mr Trenor has been helping me
in such matters.

I had a lucky turn.
Is that what you call it?

You've had a great many yourself,
I believe.

Is that the latest creation

of that dressmaker
you go to see at the Benedick?

If so, it's a great success.

Isn't it, Mr Selden?

That's nice of you.

It'd be nicer still
if you'd get me a glass of lemonade.

Pleasure.

They met six weeks ago
at Bertha Dorset's

and have been devoted ever since.

The engagement
is to be announced next week.

They say it will be
just the nicest marriage possible.

One dull fortune marrying another.

Evie Van Osburgh
and Percy Gryce.

Well, well.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Miss Lily Bart

as Summer by Watteau.

She's never looked so radiant.

I think I like her best
in that simple dress.

It makes her look
like the real Lily.

The Lily I know.

The Lily we know.

She is herself
with a few people only.

She has it in her to become
whatever she is believed to be.

We must think the best of her.

I'll tell her that.

She always says you dislike her.

Well, Grace.
How is life at Richfield?

Quiet.

Aunt Peniston
sees very little company.

I'm sure your being there
gave her much pleasure.

Yes, I am as reliable
as roast mutton.

But Aunt Julia is not alone
in preferring Lily's erratic brilliance.

You should marry, Grace.

We should all marry, Mr Selden.

You never speak to me.

I'm never near you long enough.

You think hard things of me.

I think of you...

...at any rate.

Then why do we never see
each other?

I have my law practice and...

...you're always surrounded
by admirers.

There are no admirers
at my aunt's house.

Well...

...then perhaps
I might take tea with you

at Mrs Peniston's next week?

Yes.

Come at 4:00 on Friday.

Then we can talk.

I have so much to say to you.

I need your help.

You promised me once
you'd help me.

The only way I can help you...

...is by loving you.

Love me.

But don't tell me so.

All right.
I'd hate to miss the train.

- Selden, going too?
- Aren't you staying for supper?

No!
When people crowd their rooms,

so that you can't get near anyone
you wish to speak to,

I'd sooner do without.

My wife was right to stay away.

She says life is too short
to spend it breaking new people in.

Thank you.

Lily and Gus Trenor, you say?

Aunt Peniston,
of course I don't mean...

Then what do you mean, Grace?

Do people say he's in love with her?

People always say unpleasant things.

It is a pity, though,
that Lily makes herself so conspicuous.

Conspicuous?

Does he mean to divorce,
then marry her?

No, it's... It's a flirtation.
Nothing more.

A flirtation?
With a married man?

Such things were never heard of
in my day.

Look here, Lily.

Judy and I have been in town for weeks.
When am I going to see you?

You can find me any afternoon
at my aunt's.

Come see me there
and we can have a quiet talk.

You put me off with that
at the Van Osburgh wedding.

The plain truth is, now that you've got
what you wanted, you'd rather not see me.

Don't be foolish, Gus.

If you want to see me,
you can come to my aunt's.

What else is being said?

That Gus Trenor pays her bills.

Rubbish!
Lily has her own income.

And I provide for her
very handsomely.

There are her gambling debts.

What do you mean?

She plays bridge.

Who told you
that my niece plays cards for money?

Mrs Gryce told me herself

that it was Lily's gambling debts
that frightened Percy.

In fact, people are inclined
to excuse her on that account.

To excuse her? For what?

For accepting the attentions
of men like Gus Trenor.

Thank you for telling me, Grace.

But I must say,
this unwelcome information

has completely ruined
the Mozart for me.

Lily, let's leave
before the first act starts.

Judy's as cross as two sticks
when she's away from Bellomont.

- Come to the house now.
- Is Judy unwell?

Well, a visit from you
might be just what's needed.

Very well, Gus.
I shall come with you.

Doesn't it look as if we're waiting
for the body to be brought down?

Where's Judy?

The fact is,
she's not up to seeing anybody.

Do you mean to say
she's not well enough to see me?

Devil of a headache.

Quite knocked out by it.

In that case, will you have the goodness
to call me a cab?

Why must you go?

It is late, and we are alone.

I must insist.

It's always the same old story.

You can't give me five minutes
but are charming to others.

I only went to that damn stupid opera
to be with you.

I must insist
that you call me a cab.

Suppose I won't? What then?

If you force me,
I shall go upstairs to Judy.

Sit down.
I've got a word to say to you.

If you have anything to say to me,
you must say it to me at another time.

I shall go upstairs to Judy
unless you call me a cab at once.

Go upstairs, Judy isn't there.

Do you mean to say
that Judy is not in this house?

She isn't even in town.

- I don't believe you.
- My wife is still at Bellomont.

If she were not coming to town,
she would have telephoned.

- She did.
- I received no message.

I didn't send any.

How dare you compromise me
in this way?

Don't take that high tone with me.

I've been patient long enough.

After all,

the man who pays for the dinner
is generally allowed a seat at the table.

I don't know what you mean!

I didn't begin this business.
Kept out of the way.

But I can see fast enough
when I'm being made a fool of.

Now you've got what you wanted,
Gus isn't needed anymore.

Well, that isn't playing fair, Lily.
You're dodging the rules of the game.

And now you've got to pay.

Do you mean to say
that I owe you money?

You told me that it was all right!

It was all right. It is all right, Lily.
You're welcome to it. All of it.

I just want to be thanked a little.

I have thanked you!

Or do you wish for payment in kind?

No!

If I owe you money, I shall pay you!

You owe me
nine thousand dollars!

Nine thousand?

I will pay you.

I suppose you'll go to Selden
or Rosedale for it.

Unless you've settled
those scores already

and I'm the only one left out
in the cold.

What more
do you have to say to me?

Go home.

Come here, Lily!
I wish to speak with you.

Aunt Julia, it is very late,
and I am very tired.

I must insist, Lily.

You're a bad colour, Lily.

This incessant rushing about
is beginning to tell on you.

I don't think it's that.

I've had other worries.

The fact is...

...I owe some money.

I...

I have been foolish.

There are bills, not tradesmen,
that are pressing.

I paid your dressmaker's bill for you
last October.

But if you owe Madame Celeste
another thousand dollars,

she may send me your account.

I owe a good deal more
than a thousand dollars.

A good deal more?

To whom?
Do I know these people?

Some by name,
others by reputation.

Then they are of no consequence.

These debts that I speak of
are different.

The fact is...

...I've been playing cards
a good deal.

It's true, then?

You play cards for money?

Do you play on Sundays?

You are hard on me, Aunt Julia!

I have never really cared for cards,
and one hates to be thought of as priggish,

and one drifts
into doing what others do.

I have had a dreadful lesson.

If you help me out this time,
I promise...

You needn't make any promises!
It's unnecessary.

When I offered you a home,

I didn't undertake to pay
your gambling debts.

Aunt Julia, you don't mean to say
that you won't help me?

I shall certainly not do anything
to give the impression

that I countenance your behaviour.

Aunt Julia, I will be disgraced!

I consider
that you are disgraced, Lily.

And now I must ask you to leave me.

This scene has been
extremely painful to me,

and I have my own health
to consider.

And tell Jennings

that I wish to see no one
until tomorrow afternoon.

And then only Grace Stepney.

Grace?

Yes, Aunt Julia.

Lily, it is after midnight.
What will Aunt Julia think?

I don't care.

I couldn't go to my room.

I hate it so.

Lily, what has happened?

Can't you tell me?

I thought that I could manage
my own life.

But I have been foolish, Grace.

Foolish to the point
of being compromised.

By whom?

Mr Selden?

No. Not Mr Selden.

I have been careless and imprudent
about money.

I am frightened to think what I owe.

Grace, you know Lawrence.

If I asked him to help me,
told him why...

...would he loathe me
if I told him everything?

No.

You must not do that.

He is like other men.

They have minds like moral flypaper.

They can forgive a woman almost anything
except the loss of her good name.

If you wish to keep
your reputation intact, Lily...

...tell him nothing.

But he must have spoken to you
about me?

What does he really think of me?

We have never discussed you, Lily.

I have no idea
what Mr Selden thinks.

But I must trust in his good faith.

I will write to him
and ask him to come.

Good night, Grace.

Good night, Lily.

Lawrence!

Lawrence!

Jennings.
Is my aunt downstairs?

No, Miss Bart.

Mrs Peniston left for Richfield
early this morning

with Miss Stepney.

Thank you.

Would you see that the boy delivers this
at once to Mr Selden at the Benedick?

Yes, Miss.

And would you serve tea at four
in the downstairs sitting room

and show Mr Selden in there
as soon as he arrives?

- Yes, Miss Bart.
- Thank you.

Mr Rosedale.

Pretty well done.

Yes, very well done.

Why do you put up
this kind of bluff?

Why aren't you straight with me?

I know that there have been times
when you've been worried.

A girl like you
shouldn't have worries.

You are quite right, Mr Rosedale.

I have had worries.

I have been careless about money.

I'm offering you the chance to turn
your back on those once and for all.

I know you're not in love with me.

You're not even fond of me...

...yet.

I am very much flattered
by your offer.

But I should be selfish
and ungrateful

if I made the reason
for accepting your generosity financial.

Miss Bart...

...I generally get what I want in life.

I have attained a certain social position,
and I have the means to maintain it.

Now all I want is the woman.

The right woman
to share both with me.

Now, I know you have a fondness
for luxury and amusement...

...and to not have to settle for it.

I can provide the style
and the means of settling.

You are mistaken on one point,
Mr Rosedale.

Whatever I enjoy

I am prepared to pay for.

I have spoken too plainly.

I didn't mean to give offence.

You must give me time
to consider your kindness.

Goodbye, Miss Bart.

You will consider my proposal.

Of course.

- Yes?
- 'Are you alone, Lily?'

Yes.

Quite alone, Bertha.

Everyone has gone away.

My aunt to Richfield,
everyone else to Europe.

'Except Lawrence Selden,
who's gone to London.'

How unsophisticated of him.

'Will you join us, then,
on a cruise to the Mediterranean?'

Well, I'm not sure that I'm able to.

'Oh, you'll be doing me a great service.
You're always so attentive to George,

'listening to his old stories,
which he's been telling since the Civil War.

'You're the only one with enough fortitude
to take an interest.'

Nonsense.
George can be charming.

'Good.
You'll come, then?'

Yes.
It'll be delightful.

Goodbye.

- Mr Selden.
- Mrs Fisher.

Do join us.

What brings you to Monte Carlo?

I finished my business
with a client in London,

so I decided to come down
and renew my objective interest in life.

Ah. So you're not so far removed
from being manipulated

by the strings of society
as one might think.

Mrs Fisher, none of us are.

We're starving to death
because we can't decide where to lunch.

Of course one gets the best things
at The Terrasse,

but all the Americans go there now.

I do believe the Dorsets are back.

It's their yacht, The Sabrina.

Oh, yes.

"I often have this strange and vivid dream

"of an unknown woman
whom I love and who loves me

"and who, each time
is neither exactly the same

"nor exactly different,
but who loves me and understand me.

"For she understands me
and my heart is transparent

"to her alone, alas!

"Which ceases to be a problem
to her alone,

"and the sweat of my pale brow.

"She alone knows
how to cool it with tears.

"Is she brunette,
blonde or red-head?"

He's reading Verlaine to her now.

In French.

Well...
What's the use of mincing matters?

We all know
what Bertha brought Lily abroad for.

The Silverton affair
is at the acute stage.

It's necessary
that George be distracted.

And I'm sure Lily does distract him.

A clever woman would know
just when to play her cards right.

But Lily's never been very clever
in that way.

I do hope there hasn't been a row.

Where the devil are they?

Bertha?

Bertha!

How did you find London,
Mr Selden?

- More agreeable than New York?
- In some ways, yes.

Nevertheless,
I stopped over to see you.

To see me?
Or to see an older friend?

I beg you to leave the yacht.

To leave?

- What do you mean? What has happened?
- Nothing.

But if something should,
why be in the way of it?

How do you think
that I would leave Bertha?

You have yourself to think of now.

Nothing will happen.

Of course not. I'm sure.

- Have you seen Bertha?
- No.

Is she not up yet?

Not up yet?

Has she gone to bed?

Do you know what time
she came aboard this morning?

At seven!

Seven?
Was there an accident?

There was no accident!
I waited for them all night!

Why didn't you call me
to share your vigil?

I don't think you would have cared
for the denouement.

The denouement?

Isn't that too big a word
for such a small incident?

Don't!

Don't.

I only want to help you.

You do so by being sweet
and patient with me,

but you can't want
to see me ridiculous.

If it hadn't been for you,
I'd have ended it long ago.

- I'll go to see Selden.
- No!

No.

Why not?

One lawyer will do
just as well as another.

Very well.

Go and see Mr Selden, then.

You should have time before dinner.

I suppose I ought to say
good morning.

I tried to see you,
but you weren't up.

No. I got to bed late.

After we separated during the fete,
we thought we should wait,

but we missed you.

You missed us?

But I thought you didn't get back
to the yacht until this morning.

- Who told you that?
- George.

Is that his version?

Poor George.

He's had one of his attacks again.

It is very bad for him
to be worried.

Whenever anything upsetting happens,
it always brings on an attack.

Anything upsetting?

Yes.

Such as having you so conspicuously
on his hands

during the small hours.

You know, my dear,
you're rather a responsibility

in such a scandalous place
after midnight.

Well, really...

considering it was you who burdened him
with the responsibility.

A married man
should not have the burden

of being seen alone
with a single woman.

Yes, we were alone.

Is that so dreadful?

After all, we lost you
as much as you mislaid us.

So, now it is my fault

for not having the superhuman cleverness
to find you in that dreadful crowd?

Or the imagination

to believe that you wouldn't wait for us
on the quay

until we managed to meet you?

No! Simply by us all
keeping together!

Keeping together?

Lily, you are not a child
to be led by the hand.

Nor to be lectured, Bertha.

Lecture you?

Heaven forbid.

I was merely trying to give you
a friendly hint.

But usually it's the other way round,
isn't it?

I'm expected to take hints,
not to give them.

Hints?

From me to you?

Negative ones, merely.

What not to be
or to do or to see.

But, oh, my dear,
if you'll let me say so...

...I didn't understand

that one of my negative duties
was not to warn you

when you carried
your imprudence too far.

Did you see George today?

Yes.

Well... What happened?

What will happen?

Nothing, as yet.

And nothing in the future, I think.

You're sure?

I'm not sure,
but I'm a good deal surer.

No, thank you.

Assume everything is as usual.

Before I go,
I want to leave you the Brys.

That is charming of you
to remember me.

What you really mean is
that you've snubbed the Brys,

- and you know they know it.
- Carry!

If you'd have even managed
to have them invited to The Sabrina once...

Especially when royalty was coming.

Stay over, and I'll get the Duchess
to dine with them.

I shan't stay over.

The Gormers have paid for my salon-lit,
and I leave tonight.

But get the Duchess
to dine with them all the same.

I've danced all my life,
you're my husband.

They'd be much obliged.

Do you sing?

Really?

Come on, Lily,
if you're going back to the yacht.

Miss Bart
is not returning to the yacht.

Bertha.

Miss Bart, there has been
some misunderstanding.

Some mistake.

Miss Bart... remains here.

And I think, George,

we had better not detain our guests
any longer.

I have some business to attend to

and it is easier
for me to remain ashore for the night.

Mr Selden,
you promised to see me to my cab.

- Do you know of a quiet hotel?
- That you can go to alone?

- Impossible.
- Well, it's too wet to sleep outside.

- There must be someone you can go to.
- At this hour?

- God, if you had only listened to me.
- Not now.

You must go immediately
to the Stepneys.

I can't. You mustn't ask me to.
You don't know Gwen.

Come, you must appear
to have gone there directly.

- What if she refuses?
- She won't. Trust me.

"I, Julia Grace Peniston,

"being of sound mind and body,

"declare this to be
my last will and testament,

"hereby revoking
and declaring utterly void

"all wills and clauses of wills
heretofore made by me.

"It is my will and desire that,
after my death,

"all my just debts to whomsoever

"shall be paid by my executives
hereinafter named."

"Second,
it is my will and desire..."

Lily will get everything,
of course.

Aunt Julia
was always a just woman.

Well,
it's only about four hundred thousand.

"...eight.
And to my niece, Miss Lily Bart,

"I bequeath the sum
of ten thousand dollars.

"Nine.

"And the residue of my estate

"I bequeath to my dear niece
and namesake,

"Grace Julia Stepney.

"Given under my hand and seal,
22nd of May 1906."

My dear Grace.

I am so glad.

- What sweet shall we have today?
- Lily!

My dear Carry, you wouldn't let me
have the head waiter see

that I have nothing to live on
but my Aunt Julia's legacy.

Think of Bertha Dorset's satisfaction

if she came and found us lunching
on cold mutton and tea.

I was horrid to you
in Monte Carlo, Lily.

I'm thoroughly ashamed of myself,

and I've wanted to tell you so ever since,
and that's the truth.

Well, what is truth?

Where a woman is concerned,
it's a story that's easiest to believe.

If I had have gotten the money,
no one would dare ignore me.

And if they did, it wouldn't matter.
I'd be independent of them.

Oh, Lily. It's so unjust.

Grace Stepney must feel
she has no right to that inheritance.

Anyone who knew
how to please Aunt Julia

has a right to her money.

- But she was devoted to you.
- Be honest, Carry.

She disapproved
of my going with the Dorsets,

and she heard of my break with them.

After all,
Bertha did turn me off the yacht.

I must know where I stand, Carry.

I must know
what is being said of me.

I don't listen.

One hears such things
without listening.

- Good afternoon, Mrs Fisher.
- Carry, how delightful to see you.

How delightful, Judy.

Oh, Lily.
What a pleasure it is to see you.

- Gus.
- Miss Bart.

I must see the head waiter, Judy.

Where Judy leads,
all the world will follow.

Not your real friends.

Meanwhile, what do you say
to putting a few things in a trunk

and spending the summer
with me and the Gormers?

To take me out of my friends' way,
you mean?

To keep you out of their sight
till they realise how much they miss you.

Besides, the Gormers have taken
a tremendous fancy to you.

Oh, I know they're not quite your set.
They're kind of a social Coney Island.

But anyone is welcome
who can make a lot of noise

and doesn't put on airs.

Yes.

I shall come.

Well, what shall it be?

Coupe Jacques or Pêches à la Melba?

The more I think of my idea
of getting you here, the better I like it.

More noise, more colour,
more slapdash sociability.

But greater good nature, too.
Less rivalry.

Yes, it's true.

Soon everybody will be leaving.

For Newport and Bar Harbor
and Long Island.

And me to a hotel
in broiling New York.

Lily...

...you must marry.
As soon as you can.

Do you mean to recommend me
to a good man's love?

Mm... No, I don't think either of my candidates
would answer to that description.

- Either? There are actually two?
- Well...

Perhaps I ought to say
one-and-a-half.

Other things being equal,
I think I should prefer half a husband.

Who is he?

George Dorset.

Don't fly out at me
till you hear my reasons.

Since they got back from Europe,
things have been going very badly.

Bertha's behaviour has strained
even George's credulity.

They're at their place,
but I think the end will come soon.

The end will never come.

Bertha will always get him back
exactly when she wants him.

Oh, Lily.

He wouldn't stay with her ten minutes
if he knew.

- Knew?
- If he had positive proof, I mean.

Please, Carry, let us drop the subject.
It's too odious to me.

And the second candidate?
We mustn't forget him.

Sim Rosedale.

I think, Carry,
I should like to go for a walk.

Miss Bart.

I'd been hoping to meet you.

I should've written if I'd dared.

I wanted to apologise.

Don't let us speak of it.

I was very sorry for you.

You must let me explain.

I was deceived.

I am so more sorry for you, then.

But you must see
that I am not exactly the person

with whom this subject
can be discussed.

Why not? It's you of all people
I owe an explanation to.

No explanation is necessary.

The situation
was perfectly clear to me.

Miss Bart,
don't turn away from me.

You must understand

that after everything that happened,
we cannot be friends again.

Wasn't I punished enough
at the time?

Is there to be no respite?

I should have thought
you had complete respite

in the reconciliation
which was effected at my expense.

Don't put it that way.

All I ask you to understand
is that...

...after the use
that Bertha made of me...

...after all that her behaviour
has since implied...

...it is impossible
that you and I should meet.

Please help me.

I am sorry.

There is nothing I can do.

You must have other friends,
other advisers.

I never had a friend like you.

Besides,
you are the only person who knows.

After all,
you were there in Monte Carlo.

You are mistaken.

I saw nothing.

I know nothing.

Just say what you know,
and the way will be clear for us both.

I know nothing.

You are sacrificing both of us.

I know nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Who's gonna catch you?

Come along.
You ought to be in bed.

Yes, mother.

- Good night, Miss Bart.
- Good night, Edith.

Go on.

Where are the others?

I am your only fellow guest,
Miss Lily.

I think Carry was trying
to be subtle.

You look tired.

I've been sleeping badly.

In fact,
I came especially to see you.

On a delicate matter.

I hope you can believe that.

Thank you, Mr Rosedale,
I do believe what you say.

And I am ready to marry you
whenever you wish.

- But, Miss Lily...
- For I suppose that is what you do wish.

And though I was unable to consent
when last you spoke to me,

I am ready,
now that I know you so much better

to entrust my happiness
to your hand.

Oh, my dear Miss Lily,

you made me feel
that my suit was so hopeless

that I really had no intention
of renewing it.

I have no one to blame but myself

if I gave you the impression
that my decision was final.

Before we bid each other goodbye,

I want at least to thank you
for once having thought of me as you did.

Why do you talk of saying goodbye?

Can't we still be good friends
all the same?

What is your idea
of being good friends?

Seeing me
without asking me to marry you?

Well, that's about the size of it.

I like your frankness.

But I am afraid that our friendship
can hardly continue on those terms.

Miss Lily, what I mean...

What you mean to say is
that I am not as desirable a match

as once you thought me.

Yes, that is what I do mean.

I don't believe the stories about you,

but my not believing them
won't alter the situation.

Well, if they are not true,
doesn't that alter the situation?

You know as well as I do,
last year you wouldn't look at me.

Now you appear willing to do so.

What's changed in the interval?

Your situation.

Then you thought
you could do better.

You think you can?

Yes, I do.

I've done very well.

I've placed Wall Street under obligations
that only 5th Avenue can repay.

And I know that the quickest way
to queer oneself with the right people

is to be seen with the wrong ones.

I want to avoid mistakes.

I understand.

Goodbye, Mr Rosedale.

Why don't you use
those letters of hers?

Don't ask me how I know
you bought them.

I know.

And I don't suppose
you bought those letters

simply because you wanted
to collect autographs.

You see, I know where you stand.

You have Bertha
completely in your power.

You wish to be rehabilitated socially.

And you have the means
of your redemption.

You see, in a deal like this,

nobody comes out
with perfectly clean hands.

If you're going to fight Bertha,
don't inflict an open injury.

Reduce it to a private transaction.

Give and take, you mean?

Yes. As in business.

Or politics.

You see how simple it is?

There's no point
frightening Bertha into line.

You have to keep her there.

That's my part of the business.

That's what I'm offering you.

To reconcile with Bertha,
and then you will marry me?

What do you say, Miss Lily?

You are mistaken in both the facts
and what you infer from them.

Well, I'll be damned!

I suppose
it's because the letters are to him.

I thought we understood each other.

We do now.

Come in.

It's such a blessing
to have a quiet few weeks here.

Thank you
for inviting me here, Carry.

- I do love it in Tuxedo.
- Yes.

It's a pleasant house.

One of my few treasured possessions.

How are the Brys?

Louisa Bry is a stern taskmaster.

Talk about love
making people jealous.

It's nothing to social ambition.

By the way, I had a visit
from Mattie Gormer the other day.

She was with Bertha Dorset
of all people.

No doubt the rabbit always thinks
it is fascinating the anaconda.

Now that they're fast friends,
I think Mattie will sacrifice anything for her.

Including me?

My dear...

...the world is vile.

Lily.

Mrs Hatch, I'm not dressed!

Lily, it doesn't matter.
This is the 20th Century, not the Dark Ages.

As soon as you've eaten,
come to my rooms.

We've just got to go through my schedule.
I'm leaving in 20 minutes, so please be quick.

I cannot find my prescription, Lily.
Do you have it? I'm always losing them.

You usually leave them on your bureau,
Mrs Hatch.

Oh, of course I do.
Get it filled for me today, Lily.

If I don't have my chloral at night,
I never sleep.

And I have to see my beauty doctor today.
Otherwise, I cannot face society.

The manicure will have to wait until tomorrow.
I'm just not up to it today, so put her off.

Don't look sour, Lily, she won't mind.
She never minds.

After lunch,
I shall go to Sherry's for tea.

Then this evening, I'm playing bridge
with my lawyer. Eight, I think.

I'll try to go for my fitting
tomorrow morning,

but only if it doesn't interfere
with the art exhibition at four.

Then supper at...
No, the theatre first, and then supper.

Mrs Hatch, if you don't tell me in advance
of these changes,

how shall I be able
to keep your diary accurately?

Oh, Lily, engagements
are made to be broken.

Especially with tradespeople.
They expect it.

Yes, Mrs Hatch.

Oh, and by the way, Lily,
on Friday I'm dining with Melville Stancy

and some people called the Gormers.

Yes, Mrs Hatch.

And don't forget my prescription, Lily.
It's on the bureau.

Mrs Fisher was anxious to know
how you were getting on.

Why didn't she look me up
herself, then?

She was afraid of being importunate.

You see,
no such scruples restrained me.

Then you have come to be
of some use to me?

Yes.

So what am I to do with you?

You could talk things over with me.

What makes you think that I have
anything in particular to talk about?

My initiative doesn't go
beyond putting myself at your disposal.

I shouldn't have come
if I'd thought I could be of no use to you.

Do you know where you are?

Of course I know where I am!

You must let me
take you away from here.

If you have come to say
disagreeable things about Mrs Hatch...

It is precisely your relationship with her
that concerns me.

My relationship with Mrs Hatch is one
that I have no reason to be ashamed of!

She has helped me earn a living

when my old friends were quite content
to see me starve!

Nonsense!
Starvation is not the only alternative!

I happen to know your aunt's legacy
could make you modestly independent.

Well, what you don't happen to know

is that I owe
every penny of that legacy!

- Good God.
- Every penny!

And more besides!

I have no money
except my small income,

and I need to earn money
in order to keep myself alive!

I should be happier to see you
out of this particular employment.

But I should not.

I simply wish to point out to you

the false position
you have placed yourself in.

I suppose by that you mean
my being on the outside of society!

But I have long been excluded from it!

And I remember you once telling me

that it was only those on the inside
who took the difference seriously!

The question is,
Mrs Hatch's desire to be inside

may put you
in the position I call false!

You cannot want this!

You already told me
that the sole object of my upbringing

was to teach me to get what I want!

Now, why not assume
that that is precisely what I am doing now?

I have never thought of you

as a successful example
of that kind of upbringing.

Well, give me a little more time.

I may still do credit
to my training!

That was undignified.

Where does dignity end
and rectitude begin?

Good day, Miss Bart.

Good day, Mr Selden.

She got five dollars
and her picture in the paper.

- The hat?
- No, she got that yesterday.

- No, the one with the green paradise.
- It will be ready right off.

Madam asked me to alter
that Virot hat.

You know, she's tall, slight,
but her hair's all frizzed out.

A lot like Mary Leach.

Only thinner.

Miss Bart.

Look at these spangles.
Every one of them sewed on crooked.

I'm sorry.

I'm afraid I'm not well.

If you can't do better,
I'll give the hat to Miss Kilroy.

Go back to binding edges.

Miss Bart.

Miss Bart, I must draw
your attention to the fact

that your work is poor
and your attendance irregular.

Miss Haines is right.

I am clumsy and slow to learn.

I have been indisposed lately.

But I will try to improve.

It's too late for that.

I took you on as an untrained apprentice
as a favour to Mrs Fisher

but against my better judgement.

As the season is nearly over,

I'm afraid that I will have to dispense
with your services.

I trust you'll find
a position more suited to your skills.

Thank you.

How are you, Grace?

Her memory is everywhere.

The whole house.

And you, Lily?

How are you?

You look dreadfully tired.

I don't sleep at night.

Since when?

I don't...

I can't remember.

There are other worries.

Dreadful things.

What things?

Poverty.

I can't think of anything worse,
can you?

I can't go on this way much longer.

Do you have any idea
when the legacies will be paid?

No, Lily.

No one has received them yet.

Not even me.

The truth is, I need money, Grace.

Would you be willing to lend me
the amount of my legacy?

You must be patient.

Remember how beautifully patient
Aunt Julia always was.

But you will get everything, Grace!

It would be so easy for you

to borrow ten times the amount
that I am asking for!

Borrow?

I am at the end of my tether!

You imagine for a moment
that I would raise money

upon my expectations
from Aunt Julia?

My Lily,
if you must know the truth,

it was the idea of your being in debt
that brought on her last illness.

You won't help me then?

If there is anything I can do
to make you realise the folly of your course...

...and how deeply
she disapproved of it...

...I shall feel it is the truest way
of making up to you for her loss.

Thank you, Grace.

It was good of you to see me.

Goodbye.

Can I help?

Mrs Hatch?

Yes.

You mustn't increase the dose,
Mrs Hatch.

Of course not.

Miss Lily?

What's the matter?

I'm a little tired.

It's nothing.

Stay with me a moment, please.

We can't stay here.

Let me take you to The Longworth
for some tea.

Take your tea strong.

I haven't seen you in ages.

I... I wondered
what had become of you.

I have joined the working classes.

I was trying to learn
to become a milliner.

You can't be serious.

Perfectly serious.

I understood
that you were with Mrs Hatch.

She dismissed me two months ago.

After she had gotten into society,

it seems my reputation
had become a social liability.

Since then, I have been obliged
to work for my living.

Well, that wasn't for you anyhow.

- I must go.
- No, no, no.

Rest a little longer.

What on earth did you mean when you said
you were learning to become a milliner?

Just what I said.

I am an apprentice
at Madame Regina's.

I was an apprentice
at Madame Regina's.

But I understood that you had received
a legacy from your aunt.

Ten thousand dollars.

But it isn't paid until spring
and, anyway, I owe it already.

The whole ten thousand?

Every penny.

I think Gus Trenor spoke to you once

about having made me some money
in stocks.

He made me
about nine thousand dollars.

I knew nothing about business, I...

...thought that he had invested
my own money.

In fact, what he had made
he had given me.

It was meant in kindness,

but it was not the sort of obligation
I could remain under.

I was incredibly stupid.

I spent the money
before I realised my mistake.

And so my aunt's legacy
must go to pay it back.

That is why...

That is why I must now work.

That will clean you out altogether.

Altogether.

Yes.

- Miss Lily, if you want my backing, I...
- Thank you.

Your tea has been
a tremendous backing.

I feel equal to anything now.

Surely this isn't the place?

Yes.

I room and board here.

I have lived too long on my friends.

You can't go on living here.

I have gone over my expenses
very carefully,

and I rather think
that I should be able to manage it.

That's not what I mean.

It is what I mean.

I shall be out of work now.

What a way for you to talk.

You in a place like this.

My situation is nothing exceptional.

But you are.

It's an outrage.

Look here,
it's none of my business...

...but you must accept help
from somebody.

You spoke to me of your debt
to Gus Trenor.

Well, I'll lend you the money
to pay him.

Let me finish.
It'll be purely a business arrangement.

How can you have anything
against that?

Only this:

That is exactly
what Gus Trenor proposed.

Once the debt is paid,
I shall have no security.

I have been compromised once.

I cannot be so again.

I am very grateful
for your kindness.

But it is impossible.

You must see that.

We must try to think of your future.

If you only knew
what little difference that makes now.

At least let me tell Selden
where you're living.

- It will do no good.
- Please.

Very well.

You may tell him if you wish.

If only you would let me help you,

you could wipe your feet on them.

'Why don't you use the letters?

'It would be so simple.

'It is so simple.'

Today I will tell you about the plight
of the poor people of Russia under the Tsar!

Would you please inform Mrs Dorset

that Miss Lily Bart
wishes to speak with her?

Mrs Dorset is not at home,
Miss Bart.

Then I should like to speak
with Mr Dorset.

I'm sorry, Miss Bart,

but Mr and Mrs Dorset
left for the country two days ago.

Shall I take a message?

No.

No message.

I can recommend the armchair.

I came to say that I am sorry
for the way we parted.

For what I said to you
that day at Mrs Hatch's.

I was sorry, too.

You look tired.

Do sit down.

Why, you're drenched.
Let me make you some tea.

No.

I must go in a moment.

I must go.

I may not see you again
for a long time.

And I wanted to tell you
that I have never forgotten

the things that you said to me
at Bellomont.

That they have helped keep me
from becoming

the person that many people
thought me to be.

I'm glad.

But nothing I have said
has really made the difference.

The difference is in yourself.

No, don't say that.

That is all that I have lived on!

Don't take that from me!

We resist the great temptations...

...but it is the little ones
that eventually pull us down.

I remember your saying
that such a life could never satisfy me.

And I was ashamed to admit
that it could.

That is what I wanted
to thank you for.

I have tried!

I have tried hard!

But life is difficult!

And I am a useless person!

And now I am on the rubbish heap!

Lily...

...can I help you?

You told me once

that you could help me
only by loving me.

Well, you did love me for a moment.

And it helped me.

But that moment is gone.

And I let it go!

And one must go on living!

Lily, you mustn't speak in this way.

Things may change, but...

...you could never
go out of my life.

Let us be friends.

Then I shall feel safe.

Whatever happens.

What do you mean?

What's going to happen?

Nothing.

Nothing is going to happen.

But I should like some tea now.

Goodbye, Lawrence.

Ten thousand dollars.

Ten...

...thousand dollars.

Oh, Lily!

Lily?

Miss Bart?

It's a great mercy.

May I...? May I see her?

Alone?

Will it take long?

It won't take long.

Lily.

Oh, Lily.

I love you.