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Lydia. Kitty.

Mrs. Bennet: My dear Mr.
Bennet, have you heard?

Netherfield park is let at last.

Do you not want to know
who has taken it?

Bennet: As you wish
to tell me, my dear,

I doubt I have any
choice in the matter.

Liddy, kitty, what have I told
you about listening at the door?

Never mind that.
There's a Mr. Bingley

arrived from the north.
Perchance.

£5,000 a year.

Really?

He's single. He's single.

Who's single? A Mr.
Bingley, apparently.

Kitty.

And how can that
possibly affect them?

Oh, Mr. Bennet, how can
you be so tiresome?

You know he must marry
one of them.

Bennet: So that is his
design in settling here.

Mrs. Bennet: You must go
and visit him at once.

Good heavens. People.

For we may not visit if you do
not, as you well know, Mr. Bennet.

Aren't you listening?
You never listen.

Kitty: You must, papa.

Mrs. Bennet: At once.

There's no need, I already have.

Have? When?

Oh, Mr. Bennet,
how can you tease me so?

Have you no compassion
for my poor nerves?

You mistake me, my dear.

I have the highest
respect for them.

They've been
my constant companions

these 20 years.

Papa.

Is he amiable? Who?

Is he handsome? Mary: Who?

He's sure to be handsome.

With £5,000 a year,
it would not matter

if he had warts and a leer.
Who's got warts?

I will give my hearty consent

to his marrying whichever
of the girls he chooses.

So will he come to the
ball tomorrow, papa?

I believe so.

Kitty: Can I wear your spotted muslin?
Oh, please, Jane.

Jane: No, I need it.

Please, Jane, I'll lend you my
green slippers. They were mine.

Oh, were they? Well, then I'll
do your mending for a week.

I'll re-trim your new bonnet.

Two weeks. And I'll
pay you myself, Jane.

Jane, look at me. Jane. Jane:
But I want to wear it myself.

I can't believe...

Kitty: I think one of
my toes just came off.

Now, if every man in the room
does not end the evening

in love with you, then
I'm no judge of beauty.

Or men.

No, they are far
too easy to judge.

Jane: They're not all bad.

Humorless poppycocks,
in my limited experience.

One of these days, Lizzie,
someone will catch your eye

and then you'll have
to watch your tongue.

How good of you to come.

So, which of the painted
peacocks is our Mr. Bingley?

Well, he's on the right, and
on the left is his sister.

And the person with
the quizzical brow?

Charlotte: That is his
good friend, Mr. Darcy.

Elizabeth: He
looks miserable, poor soul.

Miserable, he may be, but poor,
he most certainly is not.

Tell me. £10,000 a year

and he owns half of derbyshire.

The miserable half?

He's about the best
butcher in the county.

Sir William: If I could introduce
the ladies in the choir.

Mr. Bennet, you must
introduce him to the girls.

Immediately.

Smile. Smile at
Mr. Bingley. Smile.

Mary.

Mr. Bingley, my eldest
daughter you know.

Sir William: Mrs. Bennet,
miss Jane Bennet,

Elizabeth and miss Mary Bennet.

It is a pleasure.

I have two others, but
they're already dancing.

I'm delighted to make
your acquaintance.

Sir William: And may I introduce Mr.
Darcy of pemberley

in derbyshire.

Man: Yes.

How do you like it here in
Hertfordshire, Mr. Bingley?

Very much.

The library at
Netherfield, I've heard,

is one of the finest
in the country.

Yes, it fills me with guilt. I'm
not a very good reader, you see.

I prefer being out of doors.

I mean, I can read, of course.

And I'm not suggesting

you can't read out
of doors, of course.

Jane: I wish I read more,

but there always seems to be
so many other things to do.

Bingley: Yes, that's
exactly what I meant.

Mama. Mama.

You will never, ever, ever believe
what we're about to tell you.

Well, tell me quickly, my love.

She's going to take the veil.

Both: The regiments are coming.

Officers.

They're to be stationed
the whole winter.

Stationed in the village,
just right there.

Officers.

As far as the eye can see.
Officers!

Oh, look, Jane's dancing
with Mr. Bingley.

Mr. Bennet.

Do you dance, Mr. Darcy?

Not if I can help it.

I didn't know you were coming to see me.
What's the matter?

We are a long way
from Grosvenor square,

are we not, Mr. Darcy?

I've never seen so many
pretty girls in my life.

You were dancing with the only
handsome girl in the room.

She is the most beautiful
creature I have ever beheld.

But her sister, Elizabeth,
is very agreeable.

Perfectly tolerable, I dare say,

but not handsome
enough to tempt me.

You'd better return to your
partner and enjoy her smiles.

You're wasting
your time with me.

Count your blessings, Lizzie.

If he liked you, you'd
have to talk to him.

Precisely.

As it is, I wouldn't dance with
him for all of derbyshire,

let alone the miserable half.

Elizabeth:
I nearly went the wrong way.

Wait.

I enjoyed that so much!

How well you dance.

Mrs. Bennet, I've
enjoyed this better

than any other dance
I've been to before.

Jane is a splendid
dancer, is she not?

Oh, she is indeed.

Your friend, miss Lucas, is
a most amusing young woman.

Oh, yes. I adore her.

Mrs. Bennet: It is a pity
she's not more handsome.

Mama.

But Lizzie will never
admit that she's plain.

Of course, it's
my Jane who is considered

the beauty of the county. Jane: No, mama.
Mama, please.

When she was only 15
there was a gentleman

so much in love with her
that I was sure

he would make her an offer.

However, he did write her
some very pretty verses.

And that put paid to it.

I wonder who first discovered
the power of poetry

in driving away love?

I thought that poetry
was the food of love.

Of a fine, stout love, it may.

But if it is only
a vague inclination,

I'm convinced one poor sonnet
will kill it stone dead.

So what do you recommend
to encourage affection?

Dancing.

Even if one's partner
is barely tolerable.

Mr. Bingley is just what
a young man ought to be.

Sensible, good humored...

Handsome, conveniently rich.

You know perfectly well
I do not believe marriage

should be driven by a lot of money.
I agree entirely.

Only the deepest love will
persuade me into matrimony,

which is why I will
end up an old maid.

Do you really believe
he liked me, Lizzie?

Jane, he danced with you
most of the night

and stared at you
for the rest of it.

But I give you leave to like him.
You've liked many a stupider person.

Now, you're a great deal too apt to
like people in general, you know.

All the world is good and
agreeable in your eyes.

Not his friend.

Oh, I still can't believe
what he said about you.

Mr. Darcy?

I could more easily forgive his
vanity had he not wounded mine.

But no matter. I doubt we
shall ever speak again.

Mrs. Bennet: And then he danced
the third with miss Lucas.

We were all there, dear.

Oh, poor thing. It is a shame
she's not more handsome.

There's a spinster in the
making and no mistake.

The fourth, with a miss
king, of little standing,

and the fifth, again with Jane.

If he'd had any
compassion for me

he would have sprained his
ankle in the first set.

Mr. Bennet, the way you carry
on, anyone would think

our girls look forward
to a grand inheritance.

When you die, Mr. Bennet, which
may in fact be very soon,

our girls will be left without
a roof over their head,

nor a penny to their name.

Oh, mama, please, it's
10:00 in the morning.

A letter addressed
to miss Bennet, ma'am,

from Netherfield hall.

Mrs. Bennet: Praise the lord.

We are saved.

Mrs. Bennet: Make haste,
Jane, make haste.

Oh, happy day.

It is from Caroline Bingley.

She has invited me
to dine with her.

Her brother will be dining out.

Dining out?

Can I take the carriage?

Where? Let me see that.

Jane:
It is too far to walk, mama.

This is unaccountable of him.
Dining out, indeed.

Mama. The carriage? For Jane?

Certainly not.

She'll go on horseback.

Horseback? Horseback?

Seas saas keto aie:

Now she'll have to stay the night.
Exactly as I predicted.

Good grief, woman.

Your skills in the art of
matchmaking are positively occult.

Though I don't think, mama,

you can reasonably take
credit for making it rain.

Elizabeth: "My kind friends
will not hear of me

"returning home
until I am better.

"Do not be alarmed. Excepting
a sore throat, a fever

"and a headache, there is
nothing much wrong with me."

This is ridiculous.

Well, if Jane does die,

it will be a comfort to know it
was in pursuit of Mr. Bingley.

People do not die of colds.

Elizabeth:
Though she may well perish

with the shame
of having such a mother.

I must go
to Netherfield at once.

In the French style.

A little unpatriotic,
don't you think?

Miss Elizabeth Bennet.

Good lord, miss Elizabeth.
Did you walk here?

I did.

I'm so sorry. How is my sister?

She's upstairs.

Thank you.

Caroline: My goodness,
did you see her hem?

Six inches deep in mud. She
looked positively medieval.

I feel such a terrible imposition,
they're being so kind to me.

Don't worry. I don't
know who is more pleased

at your being here,
mama or Mr. Bingley.

Thank you for tending to
my sister so diligently.

She is in far better comfort here
than she would have been at home.

It's a pleasure.

I mean it's... sorry.

Not a pleasure that she's
ill, of course not.

It's a pleasure that
she's here, being ill.

Bennet: Not going to
be famous, our pig.

Back of the back, not related
to the learned pig of Norwich.

Now, that pig is...

Mr. Bennet. Yes.

It's all going
according to plan.

He's half in love
with her already.

Who is, blossom? Mr. Bingley.

And he doesn't mind a bit
that she hasn't a penny

for he has more than enough
for the two of them.

Kitty: How will we meet them?
Lydia: It's easy.

Wait for me.

Lydia: You drop something,

they pick it up, and
then you're introduced.

Officers.

You write uncommonly
fast, Mr. Darcy.

You are mistaken.
I write rather slowly.

How many letters you must have
occasion to write, Mr. Darcy.

Letters of business, too. How
odious I should think them.

It is fortunate, then,
that they fall to my lot

instead of yours.

Do tell your sister
that I long to see her.

I've already told her once,
by your desire.

Caroline: I do dote on her.

I was quite in raptures

at her beautiful little
design for a table.

Perhaps you will give me
leave to defer your raptures

till 1 write again?

At present, I have not room
enough to do them justice.

Bingley: Well, I think it's
amazing you young ladies

have the Patience
to be so accomplished.

What do you mean, Charles?

You all paint tables
and play the piano

and embroider cushions.

I never heard of a young lady but
people say she is accomplished.

Darcy: The word is indeed
applied too liberally.

I cannot boast of knowing
more than half a dozen women

in all my acquaintance that
are truly accomplished.

Caroline: Nor I, to be sure.

Goodness. You must comprehend
a great deal in the idea.

I do. Caroline: Absolutely.

She must have a thorough knowledge
of music, singing, drawing,

dancing and the modern
languages, to deserve the word.

And something in her air
and manner of walking.

And, of course, she must improve
her mind by extensive reading.

I'm no longer surprised at your
knowing only six accomplished women.

I rather wonder now
at your knowing any.

Are you so severe
on your own sex?

I never saw such a woman.

She would certainly be
a fearsome thing to behold.

Caroline: Miss Elizabeth, let
us take a turn about the room.

It's refreshing, is it not,

after sitting so long
in one attitude?

And it is a small kind of
accomplishment, I suppose.

Will you not join us, Mr. Darcy?

You can only have
two motives, Caroline,

and I would interfere
with either.

What can he mean?

Our surest way of disappointing him
will be to ask him nothing about it.

But do tell us, Mr. Darcy.

Either you are in each
other's confidence

and you have secret
affairs to discuss,

or you are conscious
that your figures

appear to the greatest
advantage by walking.

If the first,
I should get in your way.

If the second, I can admire
you much better from here.

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how shall we punish him
for such a speech?

We could always laugh at him.

Oh, no, Mr. Darcy
is not to be teased.

Are you too proud, Mr. Darcy?

And would you consider pride
a fault or a virtue?

That I couldn't say.

Because we're doing our best
to find fault in you.

Maybe it's that I find it
hard to forgive

the follies and vices of others,
or their offenses against me.

My good opinion, once lost,
is lost forever.

Oh, dear, I cannot
tease you about that.

What a shame,
for I dearly love to laugh.

Caroline:
A family trait, I think.

A Mrs. Bennet, a miss Bennet,

a miss Bennet,
and a miss Bennet, sir.

Oh, for heaven's sake,
are we to receive

every Bennet in the country?

What an excellent room
you have, sir.

Such expensive furnishings.

Oh, I do hope you intend
to stay here, Mr. Bingley.

Absolutely. I find the
country very diverting.

Don't you agree, Darcy?

I find it perfectly adequate,

even if society's a little
less varied than in town.

Mrs. Bennet:
Less varied? Not at all.

We dine with four and twenty
families of all shapes and sizes.

Sir William Lucas, for instance,
is a very agreeable man

and a good deal less self-important
than some people half his rank.

Lydia: Mr. Bingley, is it true

that you've promised to hold
a ball here at Netherfield?

A ball?

It would be an excellent
way to meet new friends.

You could invite the militia.
They're excellent company.

Oh, do hold a ball.
Elizabeth: Kitty.

When your sister is recovered,
you shall name the day.

I think a ball is a
perfectly irrational way

to gain new acquaintance.

It would be better if
conversation, instead of dancing,

were the order of the day.

Indeed, much more rational,
but rather less like a ball.

Thank you, Mary.

Mrs. Bennet: What a fine,
imposing place it is, to be sure,

is it not, my dears?

There's no house to
equal it in the county.

Mr. Darcy. Miss Bennet.

There she is.

Mr. Bingley, I don't
know how to thank you.

You're welcome any time you
feel the least bit poorly.

Thank you for your
stimulating company.

It has been most instructive.

Not at all.
The pleasure is all mine.

Mr. Darcy. Miss Elizabeth.

And then, there was one with
great long lashes like a cow.

Lydia: Did you see him?
He looked right at me.

Mrs. Bennet: Ask Mrs. hill to
order us a sirloin, Betsy.

Just the one, mind,
we're not made of money.

I hope, my dear, you've
ordered a good dinner today.

I have reason to expect an
addition to our family party.

Elizabeth: His name is Mr. Collins.
He's the dreaded cousin.

Charlotte: Who's to inherit.

Indeed. Everything, apparently.

Even my piano stool
belongs to Mr. Collins.

When?

He may turn us out of the
house as soon as he pleases.

But why?

Because the estate passes directly
to him and not to us poor females.

Mr. Collins, at your service.

What a superbly featured room and
what excellent boiled potatoes.

Many years since I've had
such an exemplary vegetable.

To which of my fair cousins

should I compliment the
excellence of the cooking?

Mr. Collins, we are perfectly
able to keep a cook.

Collins: Excellent.

I'm very pleased the estate
can afford such a living.

I am honored to have
as my patroness

lady Catherine de bourg.

You've heard of her, I presume?

My small rectory
abuts her estate,

rosings park, and she
often condescends

to drive by my humble dwelling in
her little phaeton and ponies.

Does she have any family?

One daughter, the heiress of rosings
and very extensive property.

I've often observed
to lady Catherine

that her daughter seemed
born to be a duchess,

for she has all the superior
graces of elevated rank.

These are the kind of
little delicate compliments

which are always
acceptable to the ladies

and which I conceive myself
particularly bound to pay.

Bennet: How happy
for you, Mr. Collins,

to possess the talent for
flattering with such delicacy.

Do these pleasing
attentions proceed from

the impulse of the moment

or are they the result
of previous study?

Collins: They arise chiefly from
what is passing at the time

and though I do
sometimes amuse myself

with arranging such little
elegant compliments,

I always wish to give them as
unstudied an air as possible.

Believe me, no one would suspect
your manners to be rehearsed.

After dinner I thought I might read
to you all for an hour or two.

I have with me fordyce's sermons

which speak very eloquently
on all matters moral.

Are you familiar with fordyce's
sermons, miss Bennet?

Mrs. Bennet, you do know
that I've been bestowed

by the good grace of
lady Catherine de bourg

a parsonage of no mean size.

I have become aware of the fact.

Well, it is my avowed
hope that soon

I may find a mistress for it
and I have to inform you

that the eldest miss Bennet has
captured my special attention.

Oh, Mr. Collins,

unfortunately,
it is incumbent upon me

to hint that
the eldest miss Bennet

is very soon to be engaged.

Engaged?

But miss Lizzie, next to her
in both age and beauty,

would make anyone
an excellent partner.

Do not you agree, Mr. Collins?

Indeed.

Indeed.

Very agreeable alternative.

Elizabeth: Mr. Collins
is the sort of man

who makes you despair
at the entire sex.

Yours, I believe.

Mr. wickham,
how perfect you are.

He picked up
my handkerchief, too.

Did you drop yours
on purpose, Lizzie?

Lydia:
Mr. wickham's a lieutenant.

An enchanted lieutenant.

What are you up to, liddy?

Lydia: We just happened to
be looking for some ribbon.

White, for the ball.

Shall we all look
for some ribbon together?

Lydia:
Good afternoon, Mr. James.

Milliner:
Good afternoon, miss Lydia.

Milliner: Miss Bennet.
I shan't even browse.

I can't be trusted. I have
very poor taste in ribbons.

Only a man truly confident of
himself would admit to that.

No, it's true. And buckles.

When it comes to
buckles, I'm lost.

Dear, oh, dear. You must be
the shame of the regiment.

A laughingstock. What do
your superiors do with you?

Ignore me.

I'm of next to no importance,
so it's easily done.

Lydia:
Lizzie, lend me some money.

You already owe me
a fortune, liddy.

Allow me to oblige.

Elizabeth: Oh, no,
Mr. wickham, please.

I insist.

I pity the French. Lydia:
What are they talking about?

Wickham: So do I, miserable bunch.
I don't know.

Look, Mr. Bingley. Mr. Bingley!

I was just on my way
to your house.

Mr. Bingley, how do you like
my ribbons for your ball?

Very beautiful.

She is. Look at her.
She's blooming.

Oh, Lydia.

Be sure to invite Mr. wickham, he
is a credit to his profession.

Jane: Lydia, you can't invite
people to other people's balls.

Of course you must come,
Mr. wickham.

If you'll excuse me, ladies.
Enjoy the day.

Elizabeth: Do you plan to go

to the Netherfield ball,
then, Mr. wickham?

Perhaps.

How long has Mr. Darcy
been a guest there?

About a month. Hmm.

Forgive me, but are you
acquainted with him?

With Mr. Darcy?

Indeed. I've been connected
with his family since infancy.

You may well be surprised,
miss Elizabeth,

especially given our cold
greeting this afternoon.

Well, I hope that your plans
in favor of meryton

will not be affected by your
relations with the gentleman.

Oh, no, it is not for me
to be driven away.

If he wishes to avoid
seeing me, he must go,

not I.

I must ask, Mr. wickham,

what is the manner of your
disapproval of Mr. Darcy?

My father managed his estate.

We grew up together,
Darcy and I.

His father treated me
like a second son.

Loved me like a son.

We were both with him
the day he died.

With his last breath,

his father bequeathed me
the rectory in his estate.

He knew I had my heart set
on joining the church.

But Darcy ignored his wishes and
gave the living to another man.

But why?

Jealousy.

His father...

Well, he loved me better
and Darcy couldn't stand it.

How cruel.

So now, I'm a poor foot soldier,

too lowly even to be noticed.

Ohl

breathe in.

I can't any more.
You're hurting.

Lydia: Betsy.

Betsy.

I still think there must have
been a misunderstanding.

Oh, Jane, do you never
think ill of anybody?

Well, how could Mr. Darcy
do such a thing?

I'll discover the truth
from Mr. Bingley

at the ball this evening.

If it is not true, let Mr.
Darcy contradict it himself.

Till he does, I hope
never to encounter him.

Poor, unfortunate Mr. wickham.

On the contrary, wickham
is twice the man Darcy is.

And let us hope, a rather
more willing dancer.

Oh, there they are. Look.

Man:
Jane Martin is here tonight.

May I say what an
immense pleasure it is

to see you again, Mr. Bingley.
Mrs. Bennet.

Miss Bingley. Charming.

I'm so pleased you're here.

So am I.

And how are you?

Miss Elizabeth, are you
looking for someone?

No. No, not at all.

I was just admiring
the general splendor.

It is breath-taking,
Mr. Bingley.

Good.

Mrs. Bennet: You might
at least have passed

a few pleasantries
with Mr. Bingley.

I dare say I've never met
a more pleasant gentleman

in all my years.

Did you see how he dotes on her?

Dear Jane. Always doing
what's best for her family.

Charlotte. Lizzie.

Have you seen Mr. wickham?

No, perhaps he is through here.

Lizzie. Mr. wickham is not here.

Apparently he's been detained.

Detained where? He must be here.

There you are.

Mr. Collins.

Perhaps you will do me the
honor, miss Elizabeth?

Ohl

I did not think you
danced, Mr. Collins.

I do not think it incompatible
with the office of a clergyman

to indulge in such
an innocent diversion.

In fact, several people,
well, her ladyship included,

have complimented me
on my lightness of foot.

Jane: Apparently,
your Mr. wickham

has been called
on some business to town.

To be sure, dancing is of
little consequence to me,

but it does...

It does harbor the
opportunity to lavish...

To lavish upon one's partner...

And my informer tells me that he
would have been less inclined...

Delicate attentions
which is my...

That he'd be less inclined
to be engaged,

were it not for the...

Were it not for the presence

at Netherfield
of a certain gentleman.

Which is my primary
object of the evening.

That gentleman barely
warrants the name.

It is my intention,
if I may be so bold,

to remain close to you
throughout the evening.

May I have the next dance,
miss Elizabeth?

You may.

Did I just agree to
dance with Mr. Darcy?

I daresay you will find
him very amiable, Lizzie.

It would be most inconvenient,

since I have sworn to loathe
him for all eternity.

I love this dance.
Indeed. Most invigorating.

It is your turn to say something, Mr.
Darcy.

I talked about the dance,
now you ought to remark

on the size of the room
or the number of couples.

I am perfectly happy to oblige.

Please advise me of what you
would like most to hear.

That reply will do for present.

Perhaps by and by, I may
observe that private balls

are much pleasanter
than public ones.

For now we may remain silent.

Do you talk, as a rule,
while dancing?

No.

No, I prefer to be
unsociable and taciturn.

Makes it all so much more
enjoyable, don't you think?

Tell me, do you and your sisters
very often walk to meryton?

Yes, we often walk to meryton.

It's a great opportunity
to meet new people.

In fact, when you met us,
we'd just had the pleasure

of forming a new acquaintance.

Mr. wickham is blessed
with such happy manners

he is sure of making friends.

Whether he's capable of
retaining them is less certain.

He's been so unfortunate as
to lose your friendship.

And I daresay that is
an irreversible event?

It is. Why do you ask
such a question?

To make out your
character, Mr. Darcy.

And what have you discovered?

Very little.

I hear such different accounts
of you as puzzle me exceedingly.

I hope to afford you more
clarity in the future.

Is that Mr. Darcy of
pemberley in derbyshire?

I believe so.

I must make myself known
to him immediately.

But, sir. He is the
nephew of my esteemed

patroness, lady Catherine.

Mr. Collins, he will
consider it an impertinence.

Mr. Darcy.

Mr. Darcy.

Mr. Darcy.

Good evening.

What interesting relatives
you have, miss Elizabeth.

Collins: I believe we have
a mutual acquaintance

in the personage
of lady Catherine de bourg?

The plough and hoe

Mary dear, you've
delighted us long enough.

Let the other young
ladies have a turn.

Bingley: I had her since I was
a child and then she died.

Now I have a beautiful gray.

Of course, Caroline's a much
better rider than I am. Of course.

Oh, yes, we fully expect a
most advantageous marriage.

And my Jane marrying
this young man

must throw her sisters in
the way of other rich men.

Clearly my family are
having a competition

to see who can expose themselves
to the most ridicule.

Well, at least Bingley
has not noticed.

No. I think he likes
her very much.

But does she like him?

There are few of us
who are secure enough

to be really in love without
proper encouragement.

Bingley likes her enormously

but might not do more if
she does not help him on.

But she's just shy and modest.

If he cannot perceive
her regard, he is a fool.

We are all fools in love.

He does not know her
character as we do.

She should move fast,
snap him up.

There is plenty of time for
us to get to know them

after we're married.

Can't help feeling that
at any point this evening

someone's going to produce a
piglet and make us chase it.

Oh, dear.

I do apologize, sir.
I'm awfully sorry.

Do forgive me.

Woman: Thank you.

Mary.

There, there.
There, there, there.

I've been practicing it
all week.

Bennet: I know, my dear.

Mary: I hate balls!

Mr. Bennet, wake up.

Mrs. Bennet: Oh, I've never
had such a good time...

Charles, you cannot be serious.

We'll be having a wedding
here at Netherfield

in less than three months,
if you ask me, Mr. Bennet.

Mrs. Bennet: Mr. Bennet!

Mary, please.

Thank you, Mr. hill.

Mrs. Bennet,

I was hoping, if it would not
trouble you, that I might solicit

a private audience
with miss Elizabeth

in the course of the morning.

Mrs. Bennet: Oh, yes. Certainly.

Lizzie will be very happy
indeed. Everyone, out.

Mr. Collins would like a private
audience with your sister.

No, no, wait, please. I beg you.

Mr. Collins can have
nothing to say to me

that anybody need not hear.
No nonsense, Lizzie.

I desire you will
stay where you are.

Everyone else
to the drawing room.

Mr. Bennet? But...

Now.

Jane. Jane.

Jane, please, don't.

Jane”? Jane.

Papa, stay.

Dear miss Elizabeth,

I am sure my attentions have
been too marked to be mistaken.

Almost as soon as
I entered the house,

I singled you out as the
companion of my future life.

But before I am run away
with my feelings,

perhaps I may state
my reasons for marrying.

Mr...

Firstly, that it is
the duty of a clergyman

to set the example of
matrimony in his parish.

Secondly, that I am convinced it
will add greatly to my happiness.

And thirdly, that
it is at the urging

of my esteemed patroness,
lady Catherine,

that I select a wife.

My object in coming to longbourn
was to choose such a one

from among
Mr. Bennet's daughters,

for I am to inherit the estate,

and such an alliance will surely

suit everyone.

And now, nothing
remains but for me

to assure you in the
most animated language

of the violence
of my affections.

Mr. Collins.

And that no reproach
on the subject of fortune

will cross my lips
once we're married.

You are too hasty, sir. You forget
that I have given no answer.

I must add that lady Catherine
will thoroughly approve

when I speak to her of your
modesty, economy, and other

amiable qualities.

Sir, I am honored by your proposal,
but I regret that I must decline it.

I know ladies don't seek
to seem too eager...

Mr. Collins,
I am perfectly serious.

You could not make me happy
and I'm convinced

I'm the last woman in the world
who could make you happy.

I flatter myself, cousin,
that your refusal

is merely a natural delicacy.

Besides, you should
take into account

that despite
the manifold attractions,

it is by no means certain that
another offer of marriage

may ever be made to you.
Mr. Collins.

So I must conclude

that you simply seek to
increase my love by suspense...

Sir.

According to the usual
practice of elegant females.

Sir.

I am not the sort of female
to torment a respectable man.

Please understand me,
I cannot accept you.

Headstrong, foolish child.

Don't worry, Mr. Collins.

We'll have this little hiccup
dealt with immediately.

Lizzie!

Lizzie!

Mr. Bennet. Mr. Bennet.

We're all in an uproar.

You must come and make Lizzie marry Mr.
Collins.

Mr. Collins has proposed to Lizzie.
But she vows she will not have him.

And now the danger is Mr.
Collins may not have Lizzie.

Well, what am I to do?

Well, come and talk to her.

Now.

Tell her you insist
upon them marrying.

Papa, please.

You will have this house.
I can't marry him.

And save your sisters
from destitution.

I can't.

Go back now and say
you've changed your mind!

No! Think of your family!

You cannot make me!

Mr. Bennet, say something!

So,

your mother insists on you marrying Mr.
Collins.

Yes, or I shall
never see her again.

Well, Lizzie,
from this day onward,

you must be a stranger
to one of your parents.

Who will maintain you
when your father is dead?

Your mother will never see you again
if you do not marry Mr. Collins,

and I will never see
you again if you do.

Mr. Bennet!

Thank you, papa.

Ungrateful child. I shall
never speak to you again!

Mrs. Bennet: Not that I take
much pleasure in talking.

People who suffer as I do
from nervous complaints

can have no pleasure
in talking to anybody.

Jane.

What's the matter?

Jane?

I don't understand what would
take him from Netherfield.

Why would he not know
when he was to return?

Read it. I don't mind.

"Mr. Darcy is impatient
to see his sister,

"and we are scarcely less
eager to meet her again.

"I really do not think
georgiana Darcy

"has her equal for beauty,
elegance, and accomplishments,

"so much so I must hope to
hereafter call her my sister."

Is that not clear enough?

Caroline sees that her
brother is in love with you

and has taken him off
to persuade him otherwise.

But I know her to be incapable
of willfully deceiving anyone.

It's far more likely that he
doesn't love me and never has.

He loves you, Jane.
Do not give up.

Go to our aunt and
uncle's in London,

let it be known you are there, and
I am sure he will come to you.

Give my love to my sister and
try not to be a burden, dear.

Poor Jane.

Still, a girl likes to be
crossed in love now and then.

It gives her
something to think of,

and a sort of distinction
amongst her companions.

I'm sure that will
cheer her up, papa.

Well, it's your
turn now, Lizzie.

You turned down Collins.

You're free to go off
and be jilted yourself.

What about Mr. wickham?

Well, he's a pleasant fellow
and he'd do the job credibly.

Father.

And you have
an affectionate mother,

who would make the most of it.

Charlotte. My dear Lizzie.

I've come here
to tell you the news.

Mr. Collins and I are engaged.

Engaged? Yes.

To be married?

Yes, of course, Lizzie, what
other kind of engaged is there?

Oh, for heaven's sake, Lizzie,
don't look at me like that.

There was no earthly reason

why I shouldn't be as happy
with him as any other.

But he's ridiculous. Oh, hush.

Not all of us can
afford to be romantic.

I've been offered a comfortable
home and protection.

There's a lot to be thankful for.
Charlotte...

I'm 27 years old.

I've no money and no prospects.

I'm already a burden
to my parents.

And I'm frightened.

So don't judge me, Lizzie.
Don't you dare judge me.

Elizabeth: Dear Charlotte,
thank you for your letter.

I am so glad the house, furniture,
and roads are all to your taste

and that lady Catherine's behavior
is friendly and obliging.

What with your departure,
Jane's to London,

and the militia to the north
with the colorful Mr. wickham,

I must confess, the view from
where I sit has been rather gray.

As for the favor you ask,
it is no favor at all.

I would be happy to visit you
at your earliest convenience.

Collins: Welcome to
our humble abode.

My wife encourages me to spend
as much time in the garden

as possible for the
sake of my health.

My dear, I think our guest
is tired after her journey.

I plan many improvements,
of course.

I intend to throw out a bough
and plant a lime walk.

Oh, yes, I flatter myself

that any young lady would be happy
to be the mistress of such a house.

We shan't be disturbed here.

This parlor is for
my own particular use.

Oh, Lizzie, it's such a
pleasure to run my own home.

Collins: Charlotte, come here.

What's happened? Charlotte!

Has the pig escaped again?

Oh, it's lady Catherine.
Come and see, Lizzie.

Collins: Great news. Great news.

We've received an invitation
to visit rosings this evening

from lady Catherine de bourg.

How wonderful.

Do not make yourself uneasy, my
dear cousin, about your apparel.

Just put on whatever
you've brought that's best.

Lady Catherine's never been
averse to the truly humble.

Collins: One of the most extraordinary
sights in all of Europe, is it not?

The glazing alone
cost upwards of £20,000.

Come along. Come along.

Lady Catherine: I think a
little later we'll play cards.

Your ladyship.

Miss de bourg.

So you are Elizabeth Bennet?

I am, your ladyship.

This is my daughter.

It's very kind of you

to ask us to dine,
lady Catherine.

The rug alone
cost upwards of £300.

Mr. Darcy.

What are you doing here?

Mr. Darcy, I had no idea
we had the honor.

Miss Elizabeth,
I'm a guest here.

You know my nephew?

Yes, ma'am, I had the pleasure

of meeting your nephew
in Hertfordshire.

Colonel Fitzwilliam.
How do you do?

Mr. Collins, you can't sit
next to your wife. Move.

Over there.

Harvey, I wonder, could
you get me a fish course?

I trust your family is in
good health, miss Elizabeth?

They are, thank you.

My eldest sister is
currently in London,

perhaps you happened
to see her there?

I haven't been
fortunate enough, no.

Do you play the pianoforte,
miss Bennet?

A little, ma'am,
and very poorly.

Do you draw?

No, not at all.

Your sisters, do they draw?

Not one.

That's very strange.

I suppose you had
no opportunity.

Your mother should've taken
you to town every spring

for the benefit of the masters.

I'm sure my mother wouldn't have
minded, but my father hates town.

Has your governess left you?

We never had a governess.

No governess?

Five daughters brought up at
home without a governess.

I never heard such a thing.

Your mother must have been quite
a slave to your education.

Not at all, lady Catherine.

Your younger sisters,
are they out in society?

Yes, ma'am. All.

All? What, all five out at once?

Oh, that's very odd.
And you only the second.

The younger ones out before
the elders are married.

Your youngest sisters
must be very young.

Yes, my youngest is not 16.

But I think it would be very
hard on younger sisters

not to have their
share of amusement

because the elder
is still unmarried.

It would hardly encourage
sisterly affection.

Upon my word,

you give your opinion very
decidedly for so young a person.

Pray, what is your age?

With three younger
sisters grown up,

your ladyship can hardly
expect me to own to it.

Lady Catherine: Come, miss
Bennet, and play for us.

No, I beg you.

For music is my delight.

In fact there are few
people in england

who have more true enjoyment
of music than myself,

or better natural taste.

If I had ever learned,

I should have been
a great proficient.

So would Anne,

if her health
would have allowed her.

Lady Catherine, I'm not
afflicted with false modesty.

When I say I play poorly...

Come, come, Lizzie,
her ladyship demands it.

Thank you.

How does georgiana
get along, Darcy?

She plays very well.

Lady Catherine:
I hope she practices.

No excellence can be acquired
without constant practice.

I've told Mrs. Collins this.

Though you have no
instrument of your own,

you're very welcome
to come to rosings

and play on the pianoforte
in the housekeeper's room.

Oh, I thank you, your ladyship.

You'll be in nobody's way
in that part of the house.

You mean to frighten me,
Mr. Darcy,

by coming in all
your state to hear me,

but I won't be alarmed even if
your sister does play so well.

I'm well enough acquainted
with you, miss Elizabeth,

to know that I cannot alarm
you even should I wish it.

What was my friend like
in Hertfordshire?

You really care to know?

Prepare yourself for
something very dreadful.

The first time I saw him
at the assembly,

he danced with nobody at all.

Even though gentlemen
were scarce

and there was more than one young
lady sitting down without a partner.

I knew nobody
beyond my own party.

Oh, and nobody can be
introduced in a ballroom.

Lady Catherine:
Fitzwilliam, I need you.

Darcy: I do not have the talent

of conversing easily with
people I have never met before.

Perhaps you should take your
aunt's advice and practice.

Elizabeth: Dear Jane...

Mr. Darcy.

Please, do be seated.

I'm afraid Mr. and Mrs. Collins

have gone on business
to the village.

This is a charming house.

I believe my aunt
did a great deal to it

when Mr. Collins first arrived.

I believe so.

She could not have bestowed her
kindness on a more grateful subject.

Shall I call for some tea?
No. Thank you.

Good day, miss Elizabeth.
It's been a pleasure.

What on earth have you
done to poor Mr. Darcy?

I have no idea.

Collins: Every mind must
have some counselor

to whom it may apply for
consolation in distress.

There are many conveniences
which others can supply

and which we cannot
procure for ourselves.

I have now principally
in view those objects

which are only to be obtained
through intercourse.

Forgive me.

Through the intercourse
of friendship or civility.

On such occasions,
the proud man steps forth

to meet you not with the
cordiality of affection,

but with the suspicion of one
who reconnoiters an enemy...

So, how long do you plan
to stay in Kent, colonel?

As long as Darcy chooses.
I'm at his disposal.

Everyone appears to
be at his disposal.

I wonder he doesn't marry and secure
a lasting convenience of that kind.

She would be a lucky woman.

Really?

Darcy is a most loyal companion.

From what I heard
on our journey here,

he recently came to the rescue of
one of his friends just in time.

What happened?

He saved the man from
an imprudent marriage.

Who was the man?

His closest friend,
Charles Bingley.

Did Mr. Darcy give a reason
for this interference?

There were apparently strong
objections to the lady.

What kind of objections?

Her lack of fortune?

I think it was her family that
was considered unsuitable.

So he separated them.

I believe so.
I know nothing else.

Collins: In need to
every man which is bound

not to think of himself
more highly...

Miss Elizabeth.

I have struggled in vain
and I can bear it no longer.

These past months
have been a torment.

I came to rosings with the
single object of seeing you.

I had to see you.

I have fought against my better
judgment, my family's expectation,

the inferiority of your birth,
my rank and circumstance,

all these things, and I'm willing
to put them aside and ask you

to end my agony.

I don't understand. I love you.

Most ardently.

Please do me the honor
of accepting my hand.

Sir, I appreciate the struggle
you have been through

and I am very sorry to
have caused you pain.

Believe me,
it was unconsciously done.

Is this your reply? Yes, sir.

Are you laughing at me?

No. Are you rejecting me?

I'm sure that the feelings
which, as you've told me,

have hindered your regard will
help you in overcoming it.

Might I ask why,

with so little endeavor at
civility, I am thus repulsed?

And I might as well enquire why,

with so evident a design
of insulting me,

you chose to tell me
that you liked me

against your better judgment!
No, believe me...

If I was uncivil,
then that is some excuse!

But I have other reasons.
You know I have.

What reasons?

Do you think that anything might
tempt me to accept the man

who has ruined, perhaps forever,

the happiness of
a most beloved sister?

Do you deny it, Mr. Darcy?

That you separated a young
couple who loved each other,

exposing your friend to the
center of the world for caprice

and my sister to its derision
for disappointed hopes.

And involving them both in
misery of the acutest kind?

I do not deny it.

How could you do it?

Because I believed your
sister indifferent to him.

Indifferent?

I watched them most carefully

and realized his attachment
was deeper than hers.

That's because she's shy.

Bingley, too, is modest

and was persuaded she didn't
feel strongly for him.

Because you suggested it.
I did it for his own good.

My sister hardly shows
her true feelings to me!

I suppose you suspect that his
fortune had some bearing...

No! I wouldn't do your
sister the dishonor!

Though it was suggested...
What was?

It was made perfectly clear that
an advantageous marriage...

Did my sister give that impression?
No! No!

No. There was, however, I have to
admit, the matter of your family.

Our want of connection?

Mr. Bingley didn't seem to
vex himself about that.

No, it was more than that.
How, sir?

It was the lack of propriety

shown by your mother,
your three younger sisters,

even, on occasion, your father.

Forgive me.

You and your sister
I must exclude from this.

And what about Mr. wickham?

Mr. wickham?

What excuse can you give for
your behavior towards him?

You take an eager interest in
that gentleman's concerns.

He told me of his misfortunes.

Oh, yes, his misfortunes
have been very great indeed.

You ruin his chances, and yet
you treat him with sarcasm?

So this is your opinion of me.

Thank you for
explaining so fully.

Perhaps these offenses might have
been overlooked had not your

pride been hurt by my honesty...
My pride?

In admitting scruples
about our relationship.

Could you expect me to rejoice

in the inferiority
of your circumstances?

And those are the words
of a gentleman.

From the first moment I met you,

your arrogance and conceit,
your selfish disdain

for the feelings of others

made me realize that you were
the last man in the world

I could ever be
prevailed upon to marry.

Forgive me, madam, for taking
up so much of your time.

I came to leave you this.

Darcy: I shall not
renew the sentiments

which were so disgusting to you,

but if I may, I will address the two
offenses you have laid against me.

My father loved Mr. wickham
as a son.

In consequence he left him
a generous living.

But upon my father's death,
Mr. wickham

announced he had no intention
of taking orders.

He demanded the value of the
living which he was given

and which he gambled away
within weeks.

He then wrote demanding more
money, which I refused,

after which he severed
all acquaintance.

He came back to see us
last summer,

at which point he declared
passionate love for my sister

whom he tried to persuade
to elope with him.

She is to inherit £30,000.

When it was made clear

he would never receive a
penny of that inheritance,

he disappeared.

[I will not attempt to convey the
depth of georgiana's despair.

She was 15 years old.

As to the other matter, that of
your sister and Mr. Bingley.

Though the motives which governed
me may to you appear insufficient,

they were in the service
of a friend.

Lizzie?

Are you all right?

I hardly know.

Lizzie, how fortunate
you have arrived.

Your aunt and uncle are here
to deliver Jane from London.

How is Jane?
She's in the drawing room.

I'm quite over him, Lizzie.

If he passed me in the
street, I'd hardly notice.

London is so diverting.

Jane. It's true.

There's so much to entertain.

What news from Kent?

Nothing.

At least, not much to entertain.

Lizzie. Lizzie, tell mama,
tell her!

Oh, kitty,
stop making such a fuss.

Why didn't she ask me as well?

Mrs. Bennet:
She probably can't afford it.

Because I'm better company.
Kitty, what's the matter?

I've just as much
right as Lydia.

Mrs. Bennet:
If I could but go to Brighton.

Also because I am two years older.
Let's all go.

Lydia's been invited to go to
Brighton with the forsters.

A little sea-bathing would
set me up very nicely.

I shall dine with the
officers every night.

Please, papa, don't let her go.

Liddy will never be easy
until she's exposed herself

in some public place or other,

and we can never expect her to do
it with so little inconvenience

as under the present
circumstances.

If you, dear father, do not
take the trouble to check her,

she will be fixed forever

as the silliest and
most determined flirt

who ever made
her family ridiculous.

And kitty will follow,
as she always does.

Lizzie, we shall have
no peace until she goes.

Peace. Is that really
all you care about?

Colonel forster
is a sensible man.

He will keep her
out of any real mischief.

And she is far too poor to be
an object of prey to anyone.

I am certain

the officers will find women
better worth their while.

Let us hope, in fact,
that her stay in Brighton

will teach her
her own insignificance.

At any rate, she can
hardly grow any worse.

If she does,

we'd be obliged to lock her
up for the rest of her life.

Lizzie dear, you'd be
welcome to accompany us.

Gardiner: The peak
district is not Brighton

and officers are very
thin on the ground,

which may influence
your decision.

Mrs. gardiner: Come to the
peak district with us, Lizzie,

and get some fresh air.

Mary: The glories of nature.

What are men compared
to rocks and mountains?

Believe me, men are either eaten
up with arrogance or stupidity.

If they are amiable,
they're so easily led

they have no minds
of their own whatsoever.

Oh, take care, my love, that
savors strongly of bitterness.

I saw Mr. Darcy
when I was at rosings.

Why did you not tell me?

Did he mention Mr. Bingley?

No.

Elizabeth: No, he did not.

Mrs. gardiner:
Or carriages that work.

Where exactly are we?

I think we're quite
close to pemberley.

Mr. Darcy's home?

That's the fellow.

Gardiner: Very well stocked lake.
I've a hankering to see it.

Oh, no, let's not.

Oh, he's so...

I'd rather not, he's so...
He's so...

Mrs. gardiner: So what?
He's so rich.

By heavens, Lizzie,
what a snob you are.

Objection to poor Mr. Darcy
because of his wealth.

The poor man can't help it.

Mrs. gardiner:
He won't be there anyway.

These great men
are never at home.

Mrs. gardiner: My goodness.

Keep up.

Gardiner: Is your master
much at pemberley?

Mrs. Reynolds: Not as much
as I would wish, sir,

for he dearly loves it here.

Mrs. gardiner: If he should
marry, you might see more of him.

Mrs. Reynolds: Yes, madam, but I
do not know when that will be.

He's a lot like his father.

And most generous.

When my husband was ill,
Mr. Darcy couldn't do enough.

He didn't fuss.

He just organized
the servants for me.

Mrs. Reynolds:
This is he, Mr. Darcy.

A handsome face.

Lizzie, is it a true likeness?

Does the young lady
know Mr. Darcy?

Only a little.

Do you not think him
a handsome man, miss?

Yes.

Yes, I daresay he is.

This is his sister,
miss georgiana.

Is she at home?

I thought you were in London.

No.

No, I'm not.

No.

No, I came back a day early.
We would not have come

had we known you were here.

Some business with my steward.

I'm in derbyshire
with my aunt and uncle.

And are you having
a pleasant trip?

Very pleasant.

Tomorrow we go to matlock.
Tomorrow?

Are you staying at lambton?

Yes. At the Rose and crown.

Yes.

I'm so sorry to intrude.

They said that the house was open
for visitors. I had no idea...

May I see you back
to the village?

Nol!

I'm very fond of walking.

Yes.

Yes, I know.

Goodbye, Mr. Darcy.

Publican: This way, sir.

Are you sure you wouldn't
like to join us?

Thank you again, sir. Goodbye.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Lizzie, we've just
met Mr. Darcy.

You didn't tell us
that you'd seen him?

He's asked us to dine
with him tomorrow.

He was very civil, was he not?

Gardiner: Very civil.

Mrs. gardiner: Not at all
how you had painted him.

To dine with him?

There's something pleasant about
his mouth when he speaks.

You don't mind delaying our
journey another day, do you?

Mrs. gardiner: He particularly
wants you to meet his sister.

His sister?

Miss Elizabeth!

My sister, miss georgiana.

My brother has told me
so much about you.

I feel as if we are
friends already.

Well, thank you. What a
beautiful pianoforte.

My brother gave it to me.
He shouldn't have.

Yes, I should've.

Oh, very well then.

Easily persuaded, is she not?

Your unfortunate brother once
had to put up with my playing

for a whole evening.

But he says you play so well.

Then he has perjured
himself most profoundly.

No, I said, "played quite well."

Oh, "quite well" is not
"very well." I'm satisfied.

Are you fond of fishing?
Oh, very much, sir.

Can I persuade you to accompany
me to the lake this afternoon?

It's very well stocked
and its occupants

left in peace for far too long.

I would be delighted.

Do you play duets,
miss Elizabeth?

Only when forced.

Brother, you must force her.

Splendid fishing, good company.
What a capital fellow.

Thank you so much, Mr. Darcy.

A letter for you, madam.

Oh, it's from Jane.

It's the most dreadful news.

Lydia has run away

with Mr. wickham.

They are gone from Brighton
to lord knows where.

She has no money,
no connections.

I fear she is lost forever.

This is my fault.

If only I had exposed
wickham when I should.

No.

No, this is my fault.

I might have prevented all this

merely by being open
with my sisters.

Mrs. gardiner: Has anything
been done to recover her?

My father has gone to London.

But I know very well
that nothing can be done.

We have not the smallest hope.

Would I could help you.

Sir, I think it is too late.

This is grave indeed.

I will leave you. Goodbye.

Gardiner: I'm afraid
we must go at once.

I will join Mr. Bennet
and find Lydia

before she ruins
the family forever.

I always said they were unfit
to take charge of her.

And now she's ruined.

You are all ruined.

Mrs. Bennet: Who will take you
now with a fallen sister?

Poor Mr. Bennet will now have
to fight the perfidious wickham

and then be killed.

He hasn't found him yet, mama.

And then Mr. Collins will turn us
out before he's cold in his grave.

Jane: Do not be
so alarmed, mama.

Our uncle has gone to London
and is helping in the search.

Lydia must know what this
must be doing to my nerves.

Such flutterings and
spasms all over me.

My baby Lydia.

My baby.

How could she do such
a thing to her poor mama?

You can't do that.

Don't be such a baby.

Kitty, give it to me.

No! Who is it for?

It's addressed to papa.

It's in uncle's writing.

Papa, there's a letter!

Let me catch my breath.

It's in uncle's writing.

He has found them.
Are they married?

Wait. I can't make
out his script.

Oh, give it to me!

Are they married?

They will be, if father will
settle £100 a year on her.

That is wickham's condition.
£1007?

You will agree to this, father?

Of course I'll agree.

God knows how much your uncle must
have laid on that wretched man.

What do you mean, father?

No man in his senses
would marry Lydia

under so slight a temptation
as £100 a year.

Your uncle must have
been very generous.

Do you think it a large sum?

Wickham's a fool if he
accepts less than £10,000.

£10,000? Heaven forbid. Father!

Lydia married.

And at 15, too.

Ring the bell, kitty.

I must put on my things
and tell lady Lucas.

Oh, to see her face.

And tell the servants they
will have a bowl of punch.

We should thank our uncle, mama.

And so he should help.

He's far richer than us
and has no children.

A daughter, married!

Elizabeth: Is that really
all you think about?

When you have
five daughters, Lizzie,

er re ee set se ee = ae ea ee ree et tr a ee rr a as
snir sr ema sie nips ae ee ee ea sees eee ee ee - =

and then perhaps
you will understand.

You don't know what he's like.

Mrs. Bennet: Lydia! Mama.

We passed Sarah sims
in her carriage.

So I took off my glove
and let my hand just rest

so she might see the ring.

Then I bowed and smiled
like anything.

Mrs. Bennet: Sarah sims.

I'm sure she was not half
as radiant as you, my dear.

Oh, mama!

You must all go to Brighton,

for that is the place
to get husbands.

I hope you have half my good luck.
Lydia.

I want to hear every
little detail, Lydia dear.

Oh, mama! Beautiful.

I've been enlisted in a regiment
in the north of england, sir.

Glad to hear it.

Near newcastle.
We travel there next week.

Can I come and stay with you?

That is out of the question.

Lydia: Well, Monday morning
came and I was in such a fuss.

I don't want to hear.

There was my aunt,
preaching and talking away

as if she was reading a sermon.

She was horrid unpleasant.

Can't you understand why?

But I didn't hear a word because I
was thinking of my dear wickham.

I longed to know whether he'd
be married in his blue coat.

The north of england, I believe,
boasts some spectacular scenery.

Lydia: And then my
uncle was called away

from the church on business

and I thought, "who is to be our
best man if he doesn't come back?"

Lucky he did come back or I would
have had to ask Mr. Darcy,

but I don't really like him.

Mr. Darcy?

Oh, I forgot. But I
shouldn't have said a word.

Mr. Darcy was at your wedding?

He was the one
that discovered us.

He paid for the wedding, wickham's
commission. Everything.

But don't tell anyone.
He told me not to tell.

Mr. Darcy? Stop it, Lizzie.

Mr. Darcy's not half as high
and mighty as you sometimes.

Mrs. Bennet: Tell kitty to
stop glaring at Mr. wickham,

your father's doing enough
for the pair of them.

Lydia: Kitty,
have you seen my ring?

Write to me often, my dear.

Married women never have
much time for writing.

Mrs. Bennet:
No, I dare say you won't.

Ere et ts Tess mr savas s as ee teor
ea a a ie a ss td aisne ps ot fe

there didn't seem to be
enough hours in the day!

Lydia: Well, my sisters
may write to me.

For they'll have
nothing else to do.

There's nothing so bad as
parting with one's children.

Goodbye.

Kitty: Goodbye, Lydia.
Goodbye, Mr. wickham.

Bye, kitty. Bye, papa.

Mrs. Bennet: I can't imagine what
your father does with all that ink.

Milliner: Mrs. Bennet.

Did you hear the news, madam?

Mr. Bingley is returning
to Netherfield.

Mr. Bingley?

Mrs. Nichols is ordering
a haunch of pork.

She expects him tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Not that I care about him.
Mr. Bingley's nothing to us.

I'm sure I never want
to see him again. No.

We shan't mention a word about it.
Is it quite certain he's coming?

Yes, madam. I believe he is alone.
His sister remains in town.

So.

Why he thinks we should be
interested, I've no idea.

Come along, girls.

Let's go home at once, Mary,

and tell Mr. Bennet
the impudence of the man.

I wonder he dare show his face.

It's all right, Lizzie. I'm...

I'm just glad he comes alone

because then we shall
see less of him.

Not that I'm afraid of myself. But
I dread other people's remarks.

Oh, I'm sorry.

He's here! He's here.
He's at the door!

Mr. Bingley!

Mr. Bingley? Oh, my goodness!

Everybody behave naturally.

And whatever you do,
do not appear overbearing.

Kitty: Look, there's
someone with him.

Jane: Mama. Mama.

Mr. what's-his-name.
The pompous one from before.

Mrs. Bennet: Mr. Darcy!

The very insolence of it. What
does he think of, coming here?

Keep still, Jane.

Mary, put that away at once.
Find some useful employment.

Oh, my lord! I shall have a
seizure, I'm sure I shall.

Jane: Kitty!

Kitty! We can't have this here.

Mary, the ribbons,
the ribbons, the ribbons.

Mrs. Bennet:
Mary, sit down at once. Mary!

Mrs. hill: Mr. Darcy
and Mr. Bingley, ma'am.

Mrs. Bennet: How very glad we
are to see you Mr. Bingley.

There've been a great many
changes since you went away.

Miss Lucas is married
and settled.

And one of my own
daughters, too.

You will have seen it
in the papers,

though it was not put in
as it ought to have been.

Very short,
nothing about her family.

Yes. Yes, I did hear of it.
I offer my congratulations.

Mrs. Bennet: But it is very hard to
have my Lydia taken away from me.

Mr. wickham has been transferred
to newcastle, wherever that is.

Do you hope to stay long in
the country, Mr. Bingley?

Just a few weeks.
For the shooting.

Mrs. Bennet: When you have killed
all your own birds, Mr. Bingley,

I beg you will come here and
shoot as many as you please.

Bingley: Thank you.

Mr. Bennet will be
vastly happy to oblige you

and will save all the best
of the coveys for you.

Excellent.

Are you well, Mr. Darcy?

Quite well, thank you.

I hope that the weather
stays fine for your sport.

I return to town tomorrow.

So soon?

Mrs. Bennet: My Jane looks well,

does she not?

She does indeed.

Well, we must be going, I think.

Darcy.

It's been very pleasant to see
you all again. Miss Elizabeth.

Miss Bennet. Mrs. Bennet:
You must come again.

For when you were in town
last winter,

you promised to have
a family dinner with us.

I've not forgot, you see.
At least three courses.

Excuse me.

Most extraordinary.

We were going to walk in, and she
was going to say, "sit down."

No, no. No.

So, I feel...

It's been, it's...

Miss Bennet. Mr. Bingley.

I just go in and
I'll just say it.

Just say it.
Yes. Exactly, exactly.

Oh, god.

I'm glad that's over.

At least now we can meet as
indifferent acquaintances.

Oh, yes.

No, you cannot think me so
weak as to be in danger now.

I think you are in great
danger of making him

as much in love
with you as ever.

I'm sorry, though, that
he came with Mr. Darcy.

Don't say that.

Why ever not?

Jane,

I've been so blind.

What do you mean?

Kitty: Look, it's him!
He's back. He's come again.

I know this is all
very untoward,

but I would like to
request the privilege

of speaking to miss Bennet.

Alone.

Except you, Jane dear.
Of course.

Oh, Mr. Bingley. It is so good
to see you again so soon.

First, I must tell you
I have been

the most unmitigated
and comprehensive ass.

Shh. Kitty, quiet.

Yes.

A thousand times, yes.

Thank the lord for that. I
thought it would never happen.

Their tempers are much alike.

Though they will be cheated
assiduously by their servants

and be so generous
with the rest,

they will always
exceed their income.

Exceed their income?
He has £5,000 a year.

I knew she could not be
so beautiful for nothing.

Mary: "Must be free
from all insincerity.

"She only can address herself
effectually to the heart

"and the feelings of others,

"whose mind glows with the
warmth of sensibility,

"and whose arguments
result from conviction.

"She must feel the influence
of those passions and emotions

"which she wishes to inspire.

"An assumed..."

Can you die of happiness?

Do you know,
he was totally ignorant

of my being in town
in the spring.

How did he account for it?

He thought me indifferent.

Unfathomable.

No doubt poisoned
by his pernicious sister.

Bravo.

I think that's the most unforgiving
speech you've ever made.

Oh, Lizzie, if I could
but see you so happy.

If there were such
another man for you.

Perhaps Mr. Collins
has a cousin.

What is that? Jane: What?

Maybe he's changed his mind.

Bennet: Coming!

Yes?

Lady Catherine.

The rest of your offspring,
I presume.

All but one, the youngest has been
lately married, your ladyship.

And my eldest was proposed
to, only this afternoon.

You have a very
small garden, madam.

Could I offer you a cup
of tea, perhaps, your...

Absolutely not. I need to speak
to miss Elizabeth Bennet alone.

As a matter of urgency.

You can be of no loss, miss Bennet,
to understand why I am here.

Indeed you're mistaken. I cannot
account for this honor at all.

Miss Bennet, I warn you,
I am not to be trifled with.

A report of a most alarming
nature has reached me

that you intend to be united
with my nephew, Mr. Darcy.

I know this to be
a scandalous falsehood,

though not wishing to injure
him by supposing it possible,

I instantly set off to make
my sentiments known.

If you believed it
to be impossible,

I wonder you took the
trouble of coming so far.

To hear it contradicted,
miss Bennet.

Your coming will be rather
a confirmation, surely,

if indeed such a report exists.
If?

Do you then pretend
to be ignorant of it?

Has it not been industriously
circulated by yourself?

I have never heard of it.

And can you declare there
is no foundation for it?

I do not pretend to possess equal
frankness with your ladyship.

You may ask a question which
I may choose not to answer.

This 1s not to be borne.

Has my nephew made you
an offer of marriage?

Your ladyship has declared
it to be impossible.

Let me be understood.

Mr. Darcy is engaged
to my daughter.

Now, what have you to say?

Only this. If that is the case,

you can have no reason to suppose
he would make an offer to me.

You selfish girl!

This union has been planned
since their infancy.

Do you think it can be prevented
by a young woman of inferior birth

whose own sister's elopement

resulted in a scandalously
patched-up marriage

only achieved at the
expense of your uncle?

Heaven and earth, are the shades
of pemberley to be thus polluted?

Now tell me once and for all,
are you engaged to him?

I am not.

And will you promise never to
enter into such an engagement?

I will not, and I
certainly never shall.

You have insulted me
in every possible way

and can now have
nothing further to say.

I must ask you
to leave immediately.

Elizabeth: Good night.

I have never been thus
treated in my entire life!

Lizzie, what on earth
is going on?

It's just a small
misunderstanding.

Lizzie.

Oh, for once in your life,
leave me alone!

Yes. She was here.

How can I ever make amends
for such behavior?

After what you have done for Lydia,
and I suspect for Jane also,

it is I who should
be making amends.

You must know. Surely you
must know it was all for you.

You are too generous
to trifle with me.

I believe you spoke
with my aunt last night

and it has taught me to hope

as I had scarcely
allowed myself before.

If your feelings are still
what they were last April,

tell me so at once.

My affections and wishes
have not changed,

but one word from you
will silence me forever.

If, however, your
feelings have changed,

I would have to tell you, you
have bewitched me, body and soul,

and I love... I love...
I love you.

I never wish to be parted
from you from this day on.

Well, then.

Your hands are cold.

Lizzie, are you
out of your senses?

I thought you hated the man.

No, papa.

He's rich, to be sure,

and you will have more
fine carriages than Jane.

But will that make you happy?

Have you no other objection than
your belief in my indifference?

None at all.

Well, we all know him to be a
proud, unpleasant sort of fellow,

but this would be nothing
if you really liked him.

I do like him. Well.

I love him.

He's not proud. I was wrong, I
was entirely wrong about him.

You don't know him, papa.

If I told you what he was
really like, what he's done.

What has he done?

Kitty: Mary, look at him.

But he's so...

But she doesn't like him. I
thought she didn't like him.

So did I. So did we all.

We must have been wrong.

Wouldn't be the
first time, will it?

No.

Nor the last, I dare say.

Good lord.

I must pay him back.

No.

You mustn't tell anyone.
He wouldn't want it.

We misjudged him, papa,
me more than anyone

in every way,
not just in this matter.

I've been nonsensical.

But he's been a fool about Jane,

about so many other things.

But then, so have I.

You see, he and I are...

He and I are so similar.

We're both so stubborn.

Papa, I...

You really do love him,
don't you?

Very much.

I cannot believe that
anyone can deserve you,

but it seems I am overruled.

So I heartily give my consent.

I could not have parted
with you, my Lizzie,

to anyone less worthy.

Thank you.

If any young men
come for Mary or kitty,

for heaven's sake, send them
in, I'm quite at my leisure.

How are you this
evening, my dear?

Very well.

Only I wish you would not
call me "my dear."

Why?

'Cause it's what my father
always calls my mother

when he's cross about something.

What endearments am I allowed?

Well, let me think.

Lizzie, for everyday.

My Pearl, for Sundays.

And goddess divine, but only
on very special occasions.

And what shall I call you
when I'm cross?

Mrs. Darcy?

No. No.

You may only call me Mrs. Darcy

when you are completely

and perfectly,
and incandescently happy.

And how are you this
evening, Mrs. Darcy?

Mrs. Darcy.

Mrs. Darcy.

Mrs. Darcy.

Mrs. Darcy.