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SOPHIA: 'Tom and I can never be together.

'I am rich and he is poor.

'That's the beginning and end of it.

'What a world that counts the coins in a young man's pocket

'and ignores his natural grace, his kindness. His...'

SHE GIGGLES

'Oh, see how tall he is. How strong.

'Oh, the memory of him.'

Sophia?

Your cheeks flushed and your bosom heaving.

I'm sure my bosom's never heaved in its life, Aunt.

I do most sincerely approve of your heart's choice, by the way.

My heart's choice... Mm-hm.

..can never be Mr Blifil.

I will never let you disgrace your poor, dead father's name

by attaching yourself to a bastard.

SQUIRE WESTERN: Sophie? Where are you, love?

Don't you want me to be happy?

I want you to be rich and safe.

'And so my aunt and my grandfather insist upon Mr William Blifil.

'What a waste of his time, and mine.

'I don't even think he loves me.

'He just hates Tom Jones.'

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT A charming morning, Miss Western.

Charming. Mm.

As... As, er..

..charming as y-your own dear person.

A person that I shall be most...

..gratified to get to know better when we are united in matrimony.

Which... a happy event cannot come too soon.

Will you excuse me?

DOOR CLOSES

TOM: Look, I do know my place.

And I do know Miss Western is far above me in every way.

But, Father, I confess to you that I love her with all my heart.

Well, she's promised to a good young man,

who, all his life, has treated you

with the honour and tenderness of a brother.

Well, I believe she loves me.

You know, I believe she will not consent to marry Blifil.

Squire Western assures me she has consented already.

The decision's made.

She will be Mrs Blifil and, er, you must learn to see her as a sister.

SQUIRE WESTERN: Frightened, I know. Your grandmother was the same.

Whimpering at the thought of her wedding night.

But when it was all over, she said it wasn't that bad.

Now, dry those eyes, Sophie, for you well know

your happiness is all I care for in the world.

Then show mercy, Grandfather, for I cannot live with Mr Blifil.

But you're in love with him! Your own aunt told me so.

She is wrong. Wrong? How can she be wrong?

She is your elder and your better!

I do not consent to this match. Enough! You silly girl!

Come on, dogs. Fanny, come. Fanny, come on.

I don't know what gets into the women of this family.

Every one of them more trouble than my dogs.

HE MUTTERS

Ah!

If I'd waited for her grandmother's consent,

I'd be a bachelor still.

And a happy one.

Knock some sense into her, Tom, and we shall be friends for life.

HE CHUCKLES

Oh, no, don't come in here.

Your grandfather sent me.

Oh, no, I look awful!

No.

You look beautiful.

SHE CHUCKLES

The lace was white when I gave it to you.

It's been in my pocket ever since. I can't bear to be parted from it.

Wait, did you say my grandfather sent you?

He thinks that I can persuade you to marry Blifil.

I owe my grandfather everything.

He knows I can never bear to make him unhappy.

There's only ever been the two of us.

But now there's the two of us.

You and me.

And the world before us.

And I cannot live in it without you.

Nor I without you.

WILLIAM: Perhaps she's merely shy.

Mm. Possibly.

It's... It's only right and proper for a young bride to be nervous.

Tom'll sort her out.

Tom?! Tom?!

One kiss.

One.

SQUIRE WESTERN: I'll string him up!

Jones! Get your dirty paws off her!

Hanging's too good for him!

HE EXHALES

I'll deal with you later, you little minx.

No! Please don't lock me in, Grandfather, don't!

Grandfather!

SHE GRUNTS ANGRILY

SHE SOBS

Traitor! Seducer!

Bastard!

Mr Western, sir...

Spoiled him rotten, the lot of you!

My fool of a granddaughter

has fallen in love with your bastard of a bastard!

Good Lord, no.

I caught her kissing the thieving villain!

In my trophy room! He should hang for it!

William, you told me Miss Western had accepted you?

By little sighs and maidenly tokens, she did.

And I swear, I will have no other son-in-law.

William must also choose freely.

He may no longer think her... suitable.

Can you go a single day without causing mayhem?

HE SIGHS

Doesn't look like it, does it?

Always your own worst enemy.

HE SIGHS

I will take pity...

..on a misguided soul and...

guide my wife to a full understanding of her sins.

Yes!

No!

So long as the wedding shall be sooner than Michaelmas.

Much sooner. Tomorrow.

Oh, dear. Er, perhaps, er, day after tomorrow.

TRIUMPHANT GRUMBLE

You've been right about him, William. All along.

Tom Jones has proved himself unworthy of the trust I put him in.

Your pursuit of that young lady,

against my express commands, has been criminal, Tom.

I was acting in defence of Miss Western.

Predatory. It's ugly.

Aunt Bridget, I love her.

Our lives go wrong when we put our own selfish desires

before everyone and everything.

She has accepted William. She's to be married.

Can you now finally accept she cannot be yours?

I have disappointed you. I beg your forgiveness.

But I cannot promise ever to accept the loss of her.

Brother...

..may we not give the boy another chance?

Oh, we have forgiven you often enough, Tom Jones.

If you have one ounce of the honour I used to think I saw in you,

you will never bother poor Miss Western again.

For my part...

..I loved you, Tom. And now I never want to see you

or hear from you again.

For as long as I shall live.

I don't want your money.

Let no man say I threw him out without a penny.

DOOR RATTLES

So... the gossip in the servants' hall is...

You know my views on gossip.

..is Mr Allworthy's thrown him out

and he's gone off and left Paradise Hall for good.

Gone?

Without a word to me?

"Dearest Sophia...

"..I wish I had the words..."

ENORMOUS BOOM

HE CHUCKLES

Black George. An unhappy poet sits under a tree.

Trying to write a letter.

Oh. And losing his appetite.

Shame to waste it.

Don't mind me, then.

The lady will be waiting.

I'm happy to be postman.

I shan't send it. It wouldn't be right.

She always longs to make her grandfather happy.

I must hope she will be happy herself.

For there's no future for us. I know that now.

Good luck to you, Black George.

Watch over Sophia.

But where is it you're off to, Tom? Case anyone asks.

London. Where else?

Well. If he's happy without it...

SOPHIA: He'll write. Of course he will.

And if he doesn't, it means he didn't love me after all.

He never did, or he wouldn't have left me.

Exactly! The cheek of it!

And him a poor, beggarly, bastardly fellow!

How dare you!

He is an angel.

The cream will do. I have the perfect ribbon to match it.

Prepare to be married in the morning.

Honour, I refuse this marriage. So I must leave this house tonight.

Will you come with me? But, miss...

Two females riding away at night, all alone?

At the mercy of highwaymen... murderers...

farmers?

A sensible choice for travelling, yes?

Where will we go?

I have other aunts. In London. London!

Yes, Aunt Harriet and Lady Bellaston.

Right away, miss.

SHEEP BLEATING

A pint of your best, please, landlord.

And if you have a shoulder of mutton, or...

GLASS SMASHING

Lost your way, boy?

Since I'm not actually sure where I'm going, my answer has to be no.

A wanderer, yeah, like myself.

There are few places in Europe with which I am not acquainted.

He'll have a pint of your best. And so will I.

And give my puppy a sausage, man.

I am grateful, sir.

Sergeant-Major Patrick Fitzpatrick, retired, at your service.

Tom Jones, at yours.

You and me, boy, two of a kind.

OWL HOOTS

FLOORBOARDS CREAK

Shh. Shh.

DOGS WHINE SOFTLY

BOTH, SLURRED: Our leaders march with muskets

And we with hand grenades... Yes!

And throw them From the hilltops...

Elbows! ..about the enemies' ears...

That way. That way. With a tow, row, row, row, row

To the British Grenadiers!

Whoa! King and country. Good lad.

Keep them coming, Bob! HE SIGHS

Good boy, Bob. Soldiering's a thing of the past for me.

To all the girls we leave behind.

To my most beloved darling. To her honour and her beauty.

HE SIGHS

Can't put up a toast without a name, lad.

Miss Sophia Western. Soon to be Mrs William Blifil.

And there's not a thing I can do about it.

Sophie Western. Yes.

I knew one of her name that, er,

been lain with by half the young fellows in Bristol.

That's not funny.

Had her myself, forwards and backwards.

I said, that's not funny.

Likes a bit of slap and tickle, did our Sophie.

HE ROARS

BOTH GRUNTING

Oh, no.

HE MOANS

Think you're special, fancy boy?

Hold still, sir.

Ah! Oh!

HE GROANS

Are you a doctor? You don't want one of those.

Kill you as soon as look at you.

There.

Now, if you are that Tom Jones as was brought up by Mr Allworthy

of Paradise Hall...

I am that sad fellow.

Then you are the worst enemy I ever made in my life. Landlord!

No. No, no. Really, no more.

I wasn't always a barber.

No, I was once a teacher and a householder.

Until I took into my house a flighty maid called Jenny Jones.

My mother! The same.

Then you are Benjamin Partridge. I am!

And on account of you, innocent babe as you were, I lost my wife,

my home, and my situation. HE LAUGHS

I am heartily sorry.

And heartily pleased to meet you.

Look, I... I have always wondered...

Mr Partridge, do I have the honour to address...

..my father? I am not that sinner!

Hand on heart, I was never unfaithful to my wife!

Whoever your real father was,

he's never shown any interest in you, has he?

Never. Then leave him be, lad,

and let's drink to an open road.

And a new day.

Very touching.

Now, in the absence of Mr Fitzpatrick,

which of you two fine gentlemen

will be paying the bill for this evening's entertainment?

I, sir.

It will be my pleasure to pay.

The money.

My father's money, it's... it's gone.

Partridge, I've lost his farewell gift.

On me. No, I can't let you do that

when I can never pay you back.

I'll just pay for my own, then.

You, out!

Honour, where are you?

Who's there?

Oh, Black George, don't creep up on people.

I beg your pardon, miss. Tom's heading for London.

Oh, I see. Thank you.

So are we, as it happens. I don't need all those!

They're not yours.

These dresses is all my worldly wealth.

Thank you, Black George.

Miss.

WILLIAM: Wilt thou have this man to be thy wedded husband?

Wilt thou obey him, and serve him?

Love, honour, and keep him...

..in sickness and in health.

And, forsaking all others...

..keep thee only unto him...

Sophia?

..so long as ye both shall live?

Sophie!

Sophie, where the devil are you?

Tom?

Tell me, my man, is this your establishment?

It'd be nicer if it was mine.

I'd make a bit more effort with the decorations.

Landlord, has a Mr Tom Jones passed this way?

Miss Western, I presume?

It's ruddy obvious what happened. He boasted about you. In a pub.

I'm sure he didn't mean to.

He scarpered without paying. He has no money.

Look, you're throwing yourself away on a quarrelsome bastard,

who would take advantage of a hole in the carpet!

You don't know him as I do.

He's kind. He's good. He'd help anyone.

WOMAN: Ah, no! MAN: Come on.

Right, that's it!

Leave the lady alone. Enough!

SHE SCREAMS

Oh, my.

I thought I'd killed you, fancy boy.

Bad luck.

Are you hurt? Ah, no. Thank you for rescuing me.

I'm not used to handsome heroes.

Lucky.

Let me take you home, madam, so that you can find some clothes.

Oh, sir, I'm very far from home.

I was making for Upton when that stranger attacked me.

I'm sure I can get some clothes there.

If you are not too ashamed to accompany me in this state.

Wear my coat. Sorry about the stains.

They're from last night, when I first met...

Mr Fitzpatrick.

I thought you said he was a stranger.

It's a long story.

I think it quite suits me. I might not give it back.

I'll walk in front.

Ah. There's a girl, course there is.

Well, there was.

But she is being married this very morning.

Let me guess. She was too good for you.

Oh... Exactly so.

Ah, but she had all your heart?

She did! What about the rest of you?

SHE LAUGHS

BUSY MARKET CHATTER

In case they're a bit funny, miss...

My money is as good as anyone's.

All the same, you just let me handle this.

SHE CLEARS HER THROAT

Er, who's in charge here?

Mrs Flowers.

Hey, manners! Susan. That's quality, that is!

Look at the gown, not at the face.

My lady. You have happily arrived at the only place in Upton town

fit to receive such as you.

A room for the night, woman, and smartish.

My lady has no interest in idle chat with such as you.

Linen... cleanish...

in the Hanover Room?

Clean enough for the likes of her.

Hey.

This way. Madam.

Your best room for the lady. I'm sorry, sir,

two persons just this minute got shown up there.

Second-best room, then.

SHE GASPS Oh, no, no!

No, we don't have your sort drinking in here. Out! Out! Out!

This is a respectable house!

And this is a respectable lady,

who has just suffered a criminal assault.

For the love of God. Madam, you must allow her to wash.

Well, er... Well, make it quick, then.

For I see no lady, nor no gentleman neither.

But, Madam, do you not recognise the adopted son

of Squire John Allworthy of Paradise Hall?

Mr Tom Jones is a natural born gentleman,

and I shall stand him a room for the night.

SHE SIGHS CONTENTEDLY

Oh!

The personage has asked for her supper in her room.

Send champagne, says she. Send cider, not our best.

Where will you take, er, supper, sir?

The personage requests the pleasure of the gentleman's company

at her table.

Don't mind if I do! Hey, not you! The gentleman!

I've never known a man's luck to change so fast.

HE KNOCKS Come in!

Oh, sorry, I'll wait outside. No need.

Temporary respectability is restored!

Please. Eat.

You're very generous, and I am very hungry.

Where are you and your handsome master travelling to, then?

Excuse me! I am no manservant!

I may look poor and simple now, but I've taught at the grammar school.

Sed hei mihi, non sum quod fui.

Woe is me, I am not what I was.

Friends, then, you and him? Friends! Veritas est.

If he's more rich as well as more handsome,

why are you paying for him? If I keep in his good books,

maybe he'll get me my life back.

A long day's walking. A long day's looking.

The walking's over, at least.

Ooh!

Mrs Waters, are you trying to seduce me?

I didn't have to try very hard, did I?

THUMPING, LAUGHTER

What is that noise? Oh, my Lady.

Don't worry your pretty ears about it.

Stop that racket!

MOANING

WHIMPERING

SHE MOANS

WHIMPERING CONTINUES

HONOUR SIGHS

Honour, now somebody's crying. Someone is in distress.

CREAKING, MOANING

Shall we just go home, miss?

Where I must submit myself to whatever it is they're doing

with Mr Blifil? I'd rather die.

MOANING CONTINUES

Mr Waters was a good sort.

And a kind husband, when not in drink.

But seven years!

Seven years of someone telling you they love you every day.

Surely every woman wants to be loved?

Alas, I'm the kind of woman who wants to be The One.

The one who can tame the bad boy.

Next you'll be telling me you're not a bad boy.

HE CHUCKLES I'm an angel!

SHE LAUGHS

You'll forget her.

No.

You've forgotten her already.

Love conquers all. SHE LAUGHS

KNOCKING

CLATTER, GRUNTING

It's the Squire! God help us! He'll sack me now, for sure!

Hey! People are trying to sleep!

Grandfather, don't punish her, it was all my id...

Oh, yes.

Pretty, very pretty.

Sorry, darlings, tonight's not your night.

Thank you.

Wake up. Wake up!

You think you can hide from me?

Where is he?

Where is Tom Jones?

Come on.

Don't tell me there's nobody here, there's always somebody.

My sweet, you can see I am all alone and waiting only for you.

Oh, aaw.

I'm sorry I'm such a beast.

You drive me mad, but you know that I...

I love you really.

Hey. Hey. Hey. Out, out, the lot of you!

Th-Th-This is Colonel Fitzpatrick of the Ninth, an English hero,

who, not 20 years ago, threw back the Scots

beyond the border, and the French to kingdom come.

God save the King!

Yes. And, erm...

I am the Colonel's lady. Oh...

Well, Lud...

SHE LAUGHS AWKWARDLY

Madam... M'Ludy...

My La.. My Lady..

Yes.

SHE GIGGLES

Promoted to Colonel, and you are promoted to wife.

In your dreams.

Ooh, come to bed, Fitz. All's forgiven.

Oh. SHE GIGGLES

Hup! Yargh!

Oh, Fitzie. Oh, yes.

Oh, dear. Oh, poor Fitzie.

Darling.

Oh...

SHE SIGHS

Oh, yes. Oh.

FITZPATRICK MOANING, GRUNTING

BED CREAKING

GRUNTING INTENSIFIES

SHE SIGHS

Breakfast, and quick about it.

Kitchen's closed.

Well, bread and cheese'll do.

Kitchen's locked.

Well, what's he eating? Oh, please.

As long as I keep just a bit back for my friend, just in case.

He's a gentleman, but he's got no airs.

You're very kind, sir.

Yes, Tom Jones is a gentleman to his boots.

Tom Jones!

Huh. He's no better than he should be!

I saw him clear as day creeping out of the room next to yours,

wearing only the clothes God gave him.

Excuse me.

Miss Western, wait!

Miss Western.

Miss Western... We'll leave the horses.

The landlady can send them back to my grandfather.

We'll get the coach to London to see Aunt Harriet.

And we will never speak of this again.

Oh. Oh.

Cheer up, might never happen!

I didn't know it was her. How could I?

You never told me she's... dusky.

But she didn't marry Blifil. She came after me.

And look how you repaid her.

Next door making merry with that woman. Very loudly.

Sophia. Well, I gave up on her, I...

But she didn't give up on me. She didn't give up on me.

Ooh! Look! Money!

She's got an Aunt Harriet in London. Oh, the brave soul.

But she stood up to them all.

Aunt Harriet.

There's no point following her.

She didn't marry Blifil. She came after me.

She'll not want to see you now, will she?

No, I can make it up to her. I can win her back. I know I can.

I thought she was married.

If you think we're spending a single penny of Sophia's...

Number one, she doesn't need that money as much as we do.

Not the point! Look, I mean to find her and give it all back to her.

Number two... Hands off!

..I'm not sleeping in any stable yards!

And another thing, you're never going to give it back

cos you're never going to find her.

Watch me.

SOPHIA: Yes, Honour, I lost my pocketbook.

And the note of my Aunt's address. I didn't do it on purpose.

I didn't arrive in London with nowhere to stay on purpose.

No!

This can't be right.

She's my aunt. Of course I remember her address.

Watch your step there, ladies. That's it, yep.

THEY GASP

I'm only saying... This really doesn't look like

the sort of place you'd expect to find an aunt.

24 Marylebone Place. 24 Marylebone Place.

24 Marylebone Place.

Go and ask in there.

No! There'll be... men!

Awful men.

SHE SIGHS

You look lost, sister.

'My maid came out of that pub with oddly bright eyes and some advice.

'We must look for Aunt in respectable Marylebone Lane

'not wicked Marylebone Place.'

So, dear Aunt Harriet, we walked all through the city

to the ruination of my only decent dress as well as my peace of mind.

Your grandfather is a very great villain, to be sure.

Oh, Aunt Harriet, he really is not.

It's just on this one question...

The one question of a woman's freedom and happiness.

He can't understand that I only want to marry for love, as you did.

MAN: Harriet!

Is that your husband come home? I so long to meet him.

You can stay here tonight,

but after that I think it's best if you...

Harriet!

I will send word to your aunt, Lady Bellaston.

You can stay with her. My life is not as you imagine it.

Sophia... don't be like me.

Don't think love is enough!

My niece, Miss Western.

Oh, yes. Er, we're already acquainted.

Pretty. Very pretty.

Now, don't be nervous. Your Aunt Bellaston is a lady of fashion.

And utterly charming.

It's been lovely! If only you could have stayed longer!

If only!

So now where are we going? I have other aunts.

More respectable.

Hm. More grander, too, if she's the one who sent this carriage for us!

Grander, or more grand, Honour, just choose one.

Oh, never mind.

Walk on.

Sorry.

'If I'd known Tom was already in London,

'if I'd known he was looking for me...

'would I have fallen into his arms?

'No. Actually, I would not.

'I meant to flee from trouble. Not run straight into it.

'But we are in London now,

'and soon to learn that nobody can be trusted.

'Not even aunts.'

'In London, where a woman can lose her freedom...

'..and a man can lose his soul.'

Three days running, he's come to my door.

Today, he left a note!

SHE SIGHS

"I shall come again every day at the same hour, until I find her."

Well, he's wasting his time.

I plan to surround our niece with a tonier class of person.

Show her some better options than that beggarly bastard.

Mr Jones is awfully handsome. For a beggarly bastard.

Really?

HE KNOCKS

Alas, she has left me, Mr Jones.

And gone to another aunt.

A very grand lady indeed.

May I know that lady's address, madam?

Or at least her name?

I am very sure Miss Western will be sorry that she does not

already know I am in London. KNOCK AT DOOR

If you can help me, madam, I will be forever in your debt.

Charming.

Sadly, I must respect her confidence.

But now, Mr Jones, I have a visitor.

My dear cousin. My dear Lady Bellaston.

Hmm.

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