All language subtitles for Vanity.Fair.2018.S01E03.WEBRip.x264-ION10-English

Tonight, Becky's fortunes
go up and then down.

Is she downhearted? No.

This is Vanity Fair,

a world where everyone
is striving

for what is not worth having.

Whoo!

Oh, I so love to see her
in pretty clothes.

She's worth every penny.

She's an angel.

The only one
in the whole world

I can really trust.

I wonder what on earth we did
without her in days gone by.

Oh! Ohh!

Ohh!

For heaven's sake, Briggs.

Every day a new snivel.

We don't have much time.

Napoleon's escaped.

Who?

Boney on the loose!

Our old enemy
gathering his forces!

Duke Wellington
recalled to command!

Bless you, sir.

Enemy forces...

- You haven't told her?
- Nothing to tell yet.

N-N-Napoleon's
escaped from Elba.

The Duke of Wellington's
already in Belgium,

and there's nothing for a soldier
to tell his fiancée?

You're not the one who has to deal
with her weeping and wailing.

I'm putting it off
as long as possible.

I'll tell her when we get
our marching orders.

I'm cold.

I'm hot.

I'm so scared.

So scared.

- Don't leave me.
- I'm here.

I'm here. I'm always here.
There's nothing to fear.

Death will come for me,

and I shall face him alone,

for I have done
no good in my life.

None.

I will be one
of those pathetic women

who die...

unmourned.

Oh, Becky.

Oh!

- Misery guts!
- Goddamn your eyes!

All gone wrong, it has, boy.

All gone wrong.

It's just here.
That's the one.

Driver.

Odd sort of place to live.

It's a perfectly respectable
neighborhood, Aunt.

I know they'll
be pleased to see us.

- Amelia.

We were passing,
and I couldn't resist,

and Matilda didn't object,

- and so...
- The middling sort, are they?

- Stockbrokers, Aunt.
- Oh.

But you hate
that kind of snobbery.

Becky,
what a lovely surprise.

Oh, Becky.

Oh, George, look who's here.

Miss Sharp.

Oh.

Why don't you come in,
Miss Crawley.

Without a proper invitation?

Perhaps it's the modern way.

Quite.

Tea, madam?

Wine, I think, Sam.

Of course. Wine.
Thank you.

- But, miss...
- In the garden.

No, fresh air is fatal
to ladies of distinction.

My dear Mrs. Sedley,

I do wonder
at your judgment

in letting him loose
on the porcelain.

- Sam. Sam, I'm so sorry.

It's not me you
should be worrying about.

How can they have wine, miss?

The master sold the cellar.

What?

This is none
of your concern, Amelia.

A gentleman is entitled
to sell his wine.

It's an investment
just like any other.

Did the sale
raise enough, Mama?

Enough to repay Mr. Osborne?

I'm not privy
to the gentleman's business.

Now, hush.

I'm in a gentleman's family
now, Mr. Osborne.

Good old English country stock,

noble and serious,
going back generations.

So may I take it
your new situation

has not proved to be the ordeal
you feared, Miss Sharp.

The wages are tolerable.

Thank you for reminding me

that I'm of the class of person
which needs to earn them.

I only make a polite inquiry.

Just think, Mr. Osborne,

had you not stood
in Mr. Jos's way,

you could have had a Montmorency
for a sister-in-law,

which, considering
your own unimpressive pedigree,

would have been quite a coup.

Who was your grandfather
exactly?

He was a butcher.

Voilà.

I'm not ashamed of my family.

Nor I of mine, sir.

Miss Sharp.

The carriage is ready,

and my aunt is tiring.

Lord, she is that.

He likes you.

Hush. Nonsense.

He's rich.
Or he soon will be.

He's so handsome.

He is very handsome.

Sharp by name
and sharp, I fear, by nature.

Our Miss Sharp?

Wild. Proud.
A desperate flirt.

I only warn you as a friend,
Crawley.

Well...

Goodbye.

Sage advice.

Thank you, my boy.

Oh.

Wha...

Damn bastard!

She tripped over her dress.

Horrocks.

Take the girls.

Come along, girls.

Is Mama dead?

Let's get you upstairs.

Mama's dead.

- Yah!

Yah! Yah!

Giddyap! Giddyap!

Giddyap!

Hmm.

Oh, good morning,
Miss, uh...

Miss Sharp joins us
from Queen's Crawley.

I was born on that estate, miss.

Oh.

The son of a humble undergardener.

Married the cook.
Rose to be a butler.

- Now look at me.
- I can see.

You've done very well for yourself,
Mr. Raggles.

Not just a shopkeeper.
Not anymore.

Mrs. Raggles and I plan
to buy a house to let.

You should be landlords?

You climb to the very heights,
Mr. Raggles.

- Some jam for your tea.
- Oh!

Mr. Raggles brought it
for you specially.

Is there not a single
little sweetmeat in this house?

Oh. Mm.

The poor soul.

How I long to smooth
her fevered brow.

It's no pleasure to me
to sit up all night with her.

And I wish she would
let you do it instead.

Oh, my dear friend.

May I call you Arabella?

Have another glass of wine.

Oh.

You are still her companion,

whereas I'm but a poor little girl
without a jot of harm in me.

To friendship?

To friendship.

Yes, dear Becky.

Let no rivalry come between us.

Becky! Becky!

Have I not tended
that dear couch

for 23 years?

Oh!

"Have I not tended
that dear couch for 23 years?"

Enter!

What is it, Briggs?

Your brother is here.

With his hand out, no doubt.

Get rid of him, Becky.

He is wearing black crape.

Oh!

Miss Crawley offers
her condolences

on your sad news, sir.

Unfortunately, she is
not well enough to descend.

It's not her I want, miss.

I want you, Becky,

back at Queen's Crawley
directly.

I hope to come soon, sir,
once Miss Crawley's better.

Her will cast you off
like an old shoe

when she's worn you out.

But me, Becky...

I can't get on without you.

The house all goes wrong.

The girls run wild.

All me accounts
has got muddled again.

Sir Pitt,
I cannot leave your sister.

- Then come as Lady Crawley.

Get out!

Marry me, Becky.

There.
Will that satisfy you?

Come back with me
and be my wife.

Her ladyship not even buried,

and Sir Pitt is on his knee
proposing to Miss Sharp.

Get out of my way.

Shawl!

Where you shall do
what you like

and spend what you like,
have it all your own way.

I'll make you happy.
You see if I don't, Becky.

Forgive me.

You shall be the mistress
of Queen's Crawley.

4,000 pound a year.

And when I'm gone,
you can have the lot.

I'll leave it all to you.

Oh, I cannot marry you.

If there's another suitor
with a better offer,

I'd like to see
the whites of his eyes.

There is no suitor.

Then marry me.
Be my queen.

Oh, sir,

I'm married already.

Huh?

And who'd take you
to be a wife

without a shilling
to your fortune?

Some street sweeper?

Oh.

If the proposal is respectable,

is not the gentleman supposed
to kneel before the lady?

Please God, don't tell her.

I've thanked Sir Pitt Crawley, ma'am,

but I've told him that I never
can become his lady.

Pray, Miss Sharp,

are you waiting
for the prince regent's divorce

if you think our family's
not good enough for you?

You leave her alone,
Matilda.

Whether she marries me or not,
she's a good little girl,

and I'm her friend.

Don't be ridiculous, Pitt.

Your room
at Queen's Crawley is waiting

whenever you're ready.

Off with you!

- Woof!

Oh.

Why on earth would
the child say no to him?

And don't say "old and ugly."

Well, there must be some obstacle

in the form of an existing
romantic attachment.

Very astute, Briggs.

Oh.

Some apothecary perhaps?

- Or a house painter.
- Mm-hmm.

Or maybe a young curate
has touched your heart.

He's young, certainly.

More than that.

Forgive me. I...
I cannot say.

My silly lovestruck darling.

I'll set the young fellow up
in a shop.

You'll have to tell me
his name then,

or I won't be able
to get him a sign.

Miss Crawley, love me always.
Promise you will love me always.

Well, don't get sentimental
on me, Rebecca.

It doesn't suit you.

But for her sudden coldness,

I would have confessed all
right there and then.

It was only when she said
she'd set you up in a shop.

You're not regretting it,
are you?

Lying here with you
right now,

how shall I regret
marrying you?

Because you could have married
the lord of the manor instead.

I did regret that
for one long moment.

- You booby, I'm joking.
- Hmm.

I do keep wondering
if we should have tried

for Matilda's blessing
in advance.

So much more romantic just
running away, though, wasn't it?

If we tried
and she'd said no,

you might not have
married me at all.

Oh, yes, I would.

My aunt adores us both,
and she will come round.

I do have a plan.

- A letter for Miss Briggs.
- Oh.

Miss Briggs
never gets letters.

It is from Miss Sharp.

Miss Sharp?

Yes. Dear Becky.

Is she not upstairs
in her room?

Oh.

Well, come on.

"Dear friend of my heart,

break the news,

as your delicate sympathy
will know how,

to our dear,
our beloved benefactress.

Beg her to receive
her children."

Children?

I don't understand
what you're talking about.

Can I see that?

"For I am wedded

to the best
and most generous of men.

Miss Crawley's Rawdon...

is my Rawdon."

Married?

To Rawdon?

Monster!

Wretch! Traitor!

"Your affectionate and grateful
Rebecca Crawley..."

Treasure hunter!
Revolutionary!

"..trembles for the answer,
but you should see her happiness."

Tremble, vixen!

Tremble in vain.

Anyone but him!

Get out!

I might have guessed.

Someone has
to clear up after you.

You are stopping our letters
from getting to her.

Dear Aunt Matilda

is prostrate with grief
and affliction,

such that the reading
of begging letters

is medically prohibited.

Yes, in other words.

Mrs. Crawley,
lovely to see you.

What if she never
comes round, Becs?

What if she cuts me off
without a penny?

Then I'll make your fortune.

Gad, I really think you could.

Oh, look.

A sale.

"Due to the bankruptcy
of John Sedley,

stockbroker."

Gad.

Sam.

Hello.

Where are the family?
Where's Amelia?

Search me.

Mr. Sedley went bust,
and I moved on.

The Three Tuns
in Blackfriars

if you ever find yourself
in need of a pint.

Plenty more stuff in there.

Vultures.

Let's see if we can afford
some of the silver.

...for this fine
landscape painting,

gilded frame,
artist unknown.

Who wants to start me off?
Who wants to start the bidding?

Oh, Rawdon,
I must have this.

What, a fat fellow
on an elephant?

Amelia's brother
was a great pet of mine.

Hmm.

Lot 12
for this beautiful piano.

A fine instrument.

Worn-out casing.

Well used,
but well looked after.

Who's going to start the bidding then,
ladies and gentlemen?

Fourteen guineas?
Fourteen guineas.

- Thank you, madam.
- Becky.

Amelia knows I've never had
a piano in my life.

She'd want me to have it.

Fifteen. Thank you.
Sixteen.

That's twice what it's worth.

Shh.

Looking for 17.

Twenty. Thank you, sir.

- Twenty-five.

Twenty-five guineas then,
ladies and gentlemen.

Twenty-five guineas
for this fine piano.

I don't know who my rival is,
but he has long pockets.

Going once, twice...

- Well bid, sir.

Okay, Lot 13.

Ladies and gentlemen,
this fine vase...

Captain Dobbin!

What a terrible fate.

To lose everything you have.

My piano.

Whoa.

Amelia, what's
the meaning of this?

It means that George
has not forgotten,

in spite of everything
that keeps us apart.

You will send that piano back.

You will also send back his letters
and any trinkets he has given you.

You will make it clear
to Captain George Osborne

- that his engagement...
- No, don't say it.

...his engagement
to you has ended.

Mama.

For pity's sake, Mr. Sedley,

she shall at least keep her piano.

Is the honor of our family
completely worthless to you?

That man has made us
bankrupt.

Our name can never be united
with that of Osborne, never.

Never.

Oh!

So what if old Sedley owes
your father a bit of money?

Oh, it's more than a bit,
Crawley.

I mean, the old man went down
owing Father thousands.

Well, your father's got thousands.

And if they were old friends...

What difference does that make?

Gentlemen, any grown man
that loved a woman

would run off and marry her

and say damn
to all the old rogues.

- Or am I wrong?

It's not as easy as that.

Young George here called her
a wild and desperate flirt.

But the new Mrs. Crawley

is making me a very happy man.

You got married?
To Rebecca?

- I did.
- Well done, Rawdon.

You dog.

Captain Osborne, sir.

"My dearest George,

my papa has ordered me
to return to you these presents

and I am to write to you
for the last time.

I release you
from an engagement

that is impossible
in our present misery.

Goodbye, my love.

I pray to God
to bless you always.

Amelia."

Make way!

All these years
it never occurred to me

I might not marry Amelia.

- Yes?

Sir. Marching orders.

It was never a decision I made,

nor a decision
I ever thought would be unmade.

It's not all about you,
George.

You know her.

She'll be...

fine, won't she?

Captain.

But this is wonderful news.

What, that I'm marching away
to war?

This is wonderful news
for our campaign,

which is not against Napoleon

but against your Aunt Matilda.

So...

Right.

"My dearest Aunt,
I married a painter's daughter,

and I'm not ashamed
of the union."

Run me through the body if I am.

Dear old booby.

"Before quitting these shores
and commencing a battle

which may prove fatal..."

Steady on, Becs.

"...I beseech you,
before I depart,

perhaps never to return."

Am I too fast for you?

No, it's just...

Well, it doesn't really
sound much like me.

You want your letters
to sound like you?

"Dear Aunt, it's jolly warm here.
Thanks for the cake."

Perhaps I'm a fool, Becky.

You shouldn't say so.

Mmm.

Ah.

Mmm.

Oh, darling, "beseech"
is spelled with two E's.

"I ask nothing from you
as the battle begins

but that we part not in anger.

Believe that I love you..."

"...for yourself
and not for money's sake.

Let me... Let me see you
before I go."

That's not Rawdon.

He never wrote me a letter in his life
without asking for money.

But poor Captain Crawley
goes to war

and may perish.

I still think it's romantic.

Star-crossed lovers and so on.

Briggs.

Oh, Miss Crawley,

do forgive the dear creatures.

Briggs, sunlight is bad
for invalids.

Let us return
to the Lord for guidance.

"It is not enough to come forth
with a demonstration,

however pathetic,

of the evanescent character
of all this world's..."

Never a clever sort of boy,
Rawdon,

but a very,
very affectionate one.

Affectionate enough
to marry the offspring

of an opera girl?

Which term,

though we ladies may blush
to admit we know,

really means...

No. Stop.

Don't be cruel.

- Harlot.

Never knows when to stop,
does she, Briggs?

I'll do all the talking.

You just stand there and look romantic
and suffering and tall.

Right.

- She's here.
- Fine.

Oh.

Oh, Arabella.

Please forgive me.
It was not my idea

to drag you into our tale
of heartbreak and woe.

I can't stay long. Martha is banished
to Queen's Crawley.

And I am back in favor
and wish to stay that way.

I wrote to you, for I only do
as my Rawdon bids.

My heart is his forever.

Yet soon he marches to war.

- Oh.
- Arabella.

Imagine.

Oh, I do.

I do.

I believe my proud friend

begins to regret
her breach with you,

Captain Crawley.

Oh, let us make a plan.

Oh. Yes, let's.

My point is, a man
who can get 10,000 a year

by staying at home

is a fool to risk his life abroad.

I am a soldier, Father.

Honor demands I must obey
my country's call.

Honor demands
you should not marry

that swindling
bankrupt's daughter.

Mr. Sedley is not a swindler.

In any case, Miss Sedley's
broken off our engagement.

And then shall all my dreams
come true this night.

Come.

200,000 pounds.

Diamonds as big
as pigeons' eggs.

You should come
to Barbados. You'd love it.

Marry her, boy.

Miss Rhoda.

- Pleasure.
- Mr. Osborne.

So...

You won't find
in our humble mansion

that splendor of fare

to which you are accustomed,
my dear Miss Swartz,

for I'm a plain, humble
British merchant.

We are all creatures
of modern Britain,

are we not, Miss Swartz?

We take the places we deserve,

not those to which we were born.

I was born in Barbados.

Hmm.

And do you miss it?

The sun shines
more often over there,

but the education
is superior here.

I hope to leave
Miss Pinkerton's

very much
an English lady.

Miss Pinkerton's
in Chiswick?

The very same.
Do you know it?

I wonder if you were ever friendly
with a Miss Amelia Sedley.

I was.

The dearest girl.
So kind and generous.

- Hmm.
- Oh, such friends we were.

What lovely weather
we've had this week.

Almost West Indian.

Choose your course, boy.

Miss Swartz, I love Amelia,

and we've been engaged
almost all our lives.

How dare you, sir.

"Dare" is not a word
to be used on the eve of war

to a gentleman and an officer
of the British Army.

I shall say what I like
to my own son.

I can cut him off
without a shilling if I like.

I know very well that you give me
plenty of money, sir.

You tell me so often
there's no fear of my forgetting.

I'll have no beggar marriages.

Who told me to love her?

You.

I might indeed
have chosen elsewhere

and looked higher perhaps
in your society,

but I obeyed you.

And now that her heart is mine,
you want me to fling it away,

to punish her,
to kill her perhaps.

It is a shame, by heavens.

Will you do as I tell you,

once and for all, sir?

Or will you take your pack

and walk out
of this house forever?

I will do as my honor demands.

Perhaps I should
have worn the gray.

It's not like you
to get nervous.

Perhaps we mistook
the place or the time.

Oh, Miss Briggs
is a friend indeed.

- Wait. Wait for my signal.
- Right.

Now.

- Gad.
- Quick.

Come on, Rawdon. Hurry.

It's our one chance.

Let's march on Paris.

Lovely day.

You wish to speak to me.

Speak.

Ah.

Yes. Well, um, just, um...

Uh...

I am sorry
that we've had a, uh...

uh, a disagreement.

She's a great girl, Aunt,

and I, uh...

I couldn't be happier
and all that.

She will betray you
like she betrayed me.

You must know, Aunt.

I truly married for love.

Ha.

Then you're worse than a fool.

She will drag you down
into the mire.

You're a lost soul, Rawdon.

I am not without pity.

Attend my lawyer tomorrow.

Driver.

- Why did you get down?
- Because she told me to.

You could have ridden with her
all the way back to the house.

Squired her indoors,
pushed your advantage.

Oh, no. I couldn't leave you
to get home on your own.

Rawdon, how can you not
have realized

that I am perfectly capable

of being left to do anything
by myself?

Unlike me, you mean.

She bade me go to her lawyers
in the morning,

where there will be
something for me.

Now...

Clever booby.

George.

I've been walking all night.

You are a true friend
and a true gentleman, Dobbin,

and I am ashamed
of how far I lag behind you.

I beg to impose
on your friendship

on the matter
of the greatest importance.

A sight I never thought to see.

Dobbin, I will do the right thing.

Dearest Emmy.

Dearest wife.

What's this?
Stop.

Stop. Emmy, please,
come inside. Please.

Stand back, sir,
for pity's sake.

It seems to me

that for all the happiest
moments of my life

you have been there.

Did you have a friend
to show you the same kindness

on the eve of your wedding?

I was that fool
who rushes in to learn

where battalions of angels
fear to tread.

But you are happy, Becky.

Financially,
there's room for improvement.

But you really love him.

Of course.

Though we are still honeymooning.

There's plenty of time for the scales
to fall from our eyes.

I can't remember a time
before I loved George.

He's always been there.

He's so good.
As you are.

I could be good. I could be
very good on 5,000 a year.

Will all be well, Becky,
in the end?

What can prevent it?

Morning.

You shall be the prettiest bride

in the whole world.

I only wish my family were here.

I've always managed
without one of those.

Now we have husbands instead.

And so I ask again,

when war will soon break
over our heads,

who are you to play with two
young people's affections

and break their hearts?

I helped that villain's father

when he had not a shilling
to his name.

I'd rather see my daughter
dead at my feet

than married to the son
of an ungrateful enemy.

If you do not give her
your consent, sir,

it will be her loving duty
before God to marry without it.

Together, you and I,

we can stop this marriage.
She listens to you.

I cannot stand in the way
of your daughter's happiness.

Am I to have power over nothing
in this world, Captain Dobbin?

None of us has power
over love, sir.

-Mistaken?

No, certainly.

I see.

Your aunt was quite clear.

Clear.

Yes. Always.

Please convey
my thanks to her.

Dearly beloved,

we are gathered here
in the sight of God

and in the face
of this congregation...

to join together
this man and this woman

in holy matrimony.

...and is commended
of Saint Paul

to be honorable among all men.

Therefore, if any man
can show any just cause

why they may not lawfully
be joined together...

let him now speak

or else hereafter
forever hold his peace.

Wilt thou have this woman
to thy wedded wife?

I will.

Wilt thou have this man
to thy wedded husband?

I will.

I pronounce that they be
man and wife together.

- May I kiss the bride, too?
- Once.

And now it's your turn,
William.

Thank you...

for everything you have done
to bring us to this happy day.

Twenty pounds.

And a letter from her lawyer saying
"please leave us alone now."

My entire legacy
from Aunt Matilda.

Becs, it's not even enough
to cover the rent.

Oh, we don't want
to be paying that.

We don't need the place anyway.

- No? We don't?
- Mm-hmm.

- Why not?
- Becky, how will we manage

now we are both married women
but for an instant

before the war carries
our menfolk away?

- Nonsense. We'll go with them.
- Oh?

No, no. I don't think
that's a good idea.

Why not? Plenty of officers
take their wives.

Oh, George,
don't let us be parted.

Ah, a new adventure

in which Amelia
invades the low countries.

Capital.

Ah. Driver.

And so, Captain Dobbin,

you've labored long and hard
to achieve something

I cannot believe you really want.

I am... I'm very happy
for them both.

Becky.

- Shall we?
- Thank you, my love.

♪ I'd make wine...