All language subtitles for Vanity.Fair.2018.S01E06.HDTV.x264-PHOENiX[eztv]

The story so far...

At Waterloo the war was won,
but George was lost.

Survivors came home with new
babies, or new destinations.

The regiment is under
orders for India.

And Amelia had an offer
she had to refuse.

I lost my husband.
I will not lose my son.

Matilda took her revenge
from beyond the grave.

- 100 pounds. - You jumped
the wrong way there, Becky, my girl.

Undaunted, Becky came up
with her best plan yet...

This shall be our game room.

Here you will play
all-comers and all games.

...aiming straight
for her biggest prize.

Tonight, Becky works out how
to live well on nothing a year.

It's easy!

It's Vanity Fair!

A world where everyone is striving
for what is not worth having.

Lady...

Crawley.

Lady Elizabeth Crawley.

Lady... Betsy Crawley,

nee... Horrocks.

Ideas above your station, Miss?

Begging your pardon, sir.

Where are you going?
Come back here!

Don't run away from me!
What are you doing?

You won't out-run me!

I'm fit as a fiddle, I am!

- Well, come here and show me, then!
- I bloody will...

Sir Pitt?

Sir Pitt!

I wouldn't ask, Mrs Crawley, but
I'm late with the school fees!

Children are such
an expensive hobby!

I shall rap the naughty
Colonel's knuckles for you.

Why is the child downstairs?

Papa wants me.

He never met my boy...

and now father is dead.

Sir Pitt gone.

Dear old soul.

He ran a good race, my love.

Their milk and butter bill
alone comes to 200 pounds.

How can I harass
her for money now?

While the house is in mourning?

Husband, you'll ruin us for
the sake of a pretty smile.

My dear Lord Steyne,

I do not dare hope that we
will get more than a halfpenny.

All Sir Pitt's estate goes
to the older son, obviously.

Though he is a frightful miser, and the
most complete nincompoop you ever saw,

though I suppose nincompoopery
runs in the family.

Oh, Becky!

My husband is a clever old
stick in his way, I know.

A nincompoop clever enough to
win a prize like you, dear lady.

Poor blameless soul.

It's because of me he was
cut off without a penny.

Why else would we be sat here, sewing
our mourning clothes out of old curtain?

I wonder if my little darling Rawdy
would like a bit of fresh air?

I venture it's quite safe,
is it not, your lordship?

Quite.

Come along, Rawdy.

When the boy goes to school, you
should get rid of the old maid.

My loyal sheepdog
protects my reputation.

Repelling all boarders?

Even a friend of his Majesty?

Perhaps not quite all.

How much do they please you?

- Well enough.
- Well enough to wear for the King?

It's so sudden!

Mrs Crawley, are you mine?

I'll take that as a yes.

Lord Steyne...

please forgive me,
I cannot be rid of Miss Briggs

because my feckless
husband owes her money.

What?

How so?

She came to us
with a legacy of...

of 1,200 pounds from his aunt,
and within a month,

Rawdon had it off the
poor and trusting thing,

and now the villain
has gone and spent it!

What a clever little monkey it is, to
extract diamonds from one pocket...

and cash from the other.

On her own with him now.

I don't mind how she gets it, as
long as she pays our wages with it.

"Man that is born of woman hath
but a short time to live...

and is full of misery.

He cometh up,
and is cut down like a flower.

He fleeth as he were a shadow.

We brought nothing into this world And
it is certain we carry nothing out.

The Lord gave,
and the Lord hath taken away.

Blessed be name of the Lord."

- Welcome.
- Welcome.

Welcome. Welcome,
dear guests, to our house.

My dear Lady Crawley,
our ancestors could hope

for no more gracious
chatelaine than you.

Welcome. Thank you for coming.

The worst of it is the
old man has been letting

the servants get
away with murder.

- Standards have been allowed to slip.
- Rack and ruin!

Look at these accounts!

The entire estate is
tumbling about our ears.

Thieves, one and all!

You bring a breath of fresh air,
Lady Crawley.

Oh, for the dear, innocent days
before I inherited all this.

I simply had no idea how much
money it costs to be rich.

I have to cut round the
moth holes of some of them.

All I got was 100 pounds.

And the speech about
how poor he is.

I simply had no idea how much
money it costs to be rich

I used to thrash my brother at Headen,
even though he was older than me.

You didn't thrash
him hard enough.

It was foolish to hope your
brother would be generous.

Queen's Crawley would have
been yours, not Martha's,

if you would have
married my father.

Oh, dear, impossible.

Fear not, husband.

I can live well
on nothing a year.

See how they like us
now they're in charge,

now they think we
know our place.

Your place is always
the next place.

Very good,
you've been paying attention.

You want to know the plan?

Lord Steyne...

Don't make that face,
Rawdon, please.

The new king just appointed him
Master of the Powder Closet.

It means our friend is one of the
most important lords of the land.

It means he has the
ear of his Majesty.

Think of it.

Think of the
opportunities for us both.

Don't fly too high, Becky.

You'll leave the
rest of us behind.

No call for them these days,
watercolours.

I know I'm not in the first
rank of artist, but perhaps...

They all want silhouettes now.

Right.

That shawl you're wearing.

It was a present.

So many, Mrs Nathan.

His Majesty is famous for
his fondness for feathers.

Then I...

can make no objection.

Charles, wait for me, wait!
Stop!

Mrs Nathan,
make room for my diamonds!

Your Majesty!

Good morning.

Have you been buying things?

For Georgie.

- Books and so on.
- He has a slight indigestion.

What?

Daffy's elixir?

To help him sleep.

You had it, so did Jos,
it did you no harm.

It is poison.

Poison!

So this is the language
you use to your own mother?

You're always arguing.

Well, you shall have
no supper tonight,

for I shall be busy being dragged
by the hairs at the Old Bailey!

Georgie!

Or your mother will have me
in the dock as a murderess!

- I have met with misfortunes...
- I'm sorry, Mama...

I have sunk low in my life,
my servants have gone,

I go everywhere on foot,
my life is in ruins,

but at least I was
never a murderess,

- so thank you for that news.
- Please don't let us argue!

I'm not the one who's arguing!

Mother, stop!

The Reverend Binny's
come for tea.

Gad!

Mr Binny's... come to talk
about George's education.

He is too young.

Oh, just our own little
school at the vicarage.

Perhaps George would benefit from
the society of other young gentleman.

I mean to educate him at home.

I've bought books!

Bought books?!

Latin, mathematics...
I confess I'm a beginner myself.

Mr Binny,
maybe I could interest you in...

Oh, I already have enough coal,
more than enough, thank you, sir.

Coal?

No, those days have passed.
I'm in wine now.

Fine Madeiras, vintage...

I abstain from the stronger spirits,
as I believe the Lord prefers.

No, no, come. I'm sure
the good Lord approves...

You spoil that child, you
should get down on your knees

and pray to God to cleanse your
wicked and ungrateful heart.

You and your selfish
brother both.

Jos? What has Jos done?

A half decent claret
can travel the world.

Vile!

No.

That's not wine, it's vinegar.

I give my father a perfectly
good allowance to just sit still

and not make a mess,
and now he's a wine merchant!

The kindly major has another
30 cases in the cellar.

He persuaded the governor and half
the regiments to order it, too.

I'm a fool who meant to be kind.

Well, Dob, I'm sure your name
is mud through all of Bengal.

I say, Dob, that young lady is
giving us the most killing look.

Will you look at my
sister enter a room?

Is Glorvina not a heartbreaker,
Major Dobbin?

Ha, I'm much too battered
and old for such a fine lady!

Nonsense! She's perfect for you!
Wait now.

- Look, when the music begins...
- I am the magistrate of Bengal!

You'd be doing me the
most enormous favour.

I do not dance!

A fine figure of a woman,
is she not?

She'll be worthy of the major.

Compare my sister with
that poor Mrs Osborne,

who couldn't say boo to a goose.

I'll be sending for a new hat,
so I will.

Oh, my darling.

Whichever Lady Crawley wore
that particular brocade,

she cannot possibly have looked
as adorable in it as you do.

It's not, um...

If you cannot carry it off,
nobody can.

Do I know those splendid jewels?

Hired, darling, of course.

Here, let me.

What a fine country we are...

where a little governess
may meet a king.

This, madam, is the reason
you were put on God's Earth.

Will Mama ever come back?

Of course, silly!

Mrs Crawley will put all the
fine ladies to shame, as usual.

Mrs Crawley.

Charming.

There will be a great
deal of waiting about.

We don't mind.

I simply fear that you
may find the whole event

an enormous waste of time,
Mrs Crawley.

I am a daughter of a
painter and an opera girl.

I've never hidden it, but today, my
lord, I've put it behind me forever.

Always the charming optimist.

We shan't let his wicked lordship
dampen our mood, shall we, Lady Steyne?

Confound his politics, frustrate his
knavish tricks, God save the King!

Oh! Yes.

Clever little thing.

Lord and Lady Castlemalney.

Colonel and Mrs Brown.

Lord and Lady Southdown.

Lord and Lady Castle...

Remembering our wedding day,
Becks?

Don't distract me.

You in your muslin...

your straw bonnet...

Sir Thomas and Lady Jones.

The Marquis and
Marchioness Steyne.

Colonel and Mrs Crawley.

I have arrived!

My lord.

Mrs Crawley.

The cat who got the cream, hmm?

Was it to your taste?

It was the most
wonderful day of my life.

Thank you, sir.

And now, at last, does the little
woman have everything she wants?

All I've ever wanted is to be
a counted and respectable lady.

Aim higher.

Ghastly party, you missed nothing,
I wish I'd come straight home.

We should get you some lessons.

Think how splendid it would be if
our guests found us playing duets.

I don't blame you for wanting
to shine in that company...

You were born to shine there.

But, Becky...

Henceforward you will refuse all
invitations that come only for yourself.

I will escort you
every time you go out.

- But you hate parties!
- You will entertain only in my company.

Oh, my dear,
how gallant you are.

How lovely that sounds, how much
pleasanter it is to have you beside me,

than silly old Briggs.

It'll be like when we
were first married.

How happy we shall be.

Oh, Rawdon...

How happy we shall always be.

So, William is to be married,
and her sister is the very person

destined to ensure Major
Dobbin's happiness.

There! Is that not good news
from my old friend, Mrs O'Dowd?

Yes.

The Reverend Mr Binny
seems very fond of you...

You know George can never
be replaced in my heart.

Oh, Georgie, why don't you eat?

- Too many bones.
- And gristle, yes.

So now I mean to murder
him by choking, do I?

Louisa!

Bones and gristle
is what you get

when you never manage to pay
the butcher, or the grocer.

We must try, Louisa, to retain
our kind family feelings,

in spite of our situation.

There's our Georgie, who might be
rich, with a gold watch and chain,

but for her selfishness.

There's our son, who has deserted
his father in his old age.

Jos!

Who's left my dear, dear,
old man without a shilling

and we shall end
in the workhouse!

- I shall write to Jos now.
- Please don't bother him.

He's not unkind,
perhaps careless...

Emmy, please, stop, stop.

Jos sends me a cheque
as regular as clockwork.

How else was I to fund
the coal business?

Or the wine business?

So all the money Jos sends...

Goes to pay off a
moneylender in the city.

Shall I be rich, Mama?

Shall I have a pony?

Oh... oh, dear God.

Have mercy upon me, give me the
strength to bear this trial.

Is that Aunt Jane
coming to take me away?

Can I have a pony?

You can have as many
ponies as you like.

Georgie!

Say goodbye to your mother.

Bye-bye, Mama.
I may visit you soon.

No, no, no, no, no. Come on.

- A dinner invitation!
- And what a dinner!

This is the first day
of the rest of my life!

- Well, being presented to the King...
- No, that was just a stepping stone.

This is the prize, Briggs - I
am launched onto the guest lists

of the greatest
houses of London!

Nothing is ever enough for you!

- What to wear?
- Oh, what to wear, Briggs?!

We could alter the blue silk!

- What are you doing?
- I'm an Indian chief!

Give me that, you naughty boy!

There, there, shush, don't cry.

I hate you!

The feeling is quite mutual,
I assure you.

Becky! Don't!

What do you know about
how to be a mother?

My Lord Steyne.

Briggs, hold the fort!

Come on, Rawdy, quickly.

Pride of place, I see.

Oh, yes, well,
Mrs Crawley begs your pardon...

May I ask you, Miss Briggs,
a rather personal question?

What an accomplished
little devil it is.

She beats all the women I've ever seen
in all the course of a well-spent life.

Miss Briggs?

Surely not!

No, madam, you.

You are the mistress of lies.

And your husband is a much
cleverer fellow than I thought.

Miss Briggs told you we
still owe her 600 pounds?

Slightly less than the
1,200 you took from me.

A wicked falsehood, my lord.

But you don't know all I had
to suffer and bear in silence.

It was my husband, by savage threats,
who forced me to double my request.

Pardon the wrong, and pity a
miserable, miserable woman.

This time, Rebecca...

pay the silly trout back.

I have two other suggestions.

- Suggestions, my lord?
- Conditions.

Your son will go away to school.
The cost will be met.

The sheepdog will find another
position. I have one in mind.

You are more than generous.

Dear lady, I merely clear
obstacles from our primrose path.

It's a most kind offer from
a great friend of the family.

But hang it, Becky, his
carriage is always at our door!

And people love to talk.

Let them! He is a nobleman of
the greatest station and talents,

Master of the Powder Closet.

I don't even know what that is.

I shall miss him terribly.

- Who?
- Our son!

I wish you cared for
Rawdy just a little more.

What a muddleheaded
thing to say!

He can come home on Sundays.

Free trade, that's the answer.

They won't wear it in
the shires, my lord.

We need to take advantage
of our dominance in Europe.

- Hear, hear.
- Don't you agree, Colonel Crawley?

As a veteran of Waterloo?

I was at Waterloo myself.
I could tell you a tale or two.

Two layers and the suspicion,
ladies, of a waist!

Darts, and everything!

I believe our shoulders
are soon to get much wider,

which I scarcely think
will flatter most of us.

A monstrous infatuation!

A gross insult to
ladies of rank.

Oh, God, Mamma, she's coming.

I don't know what the world
is coming to, to be sure.

Lady Blanche, Lady Bareacres.

Possibly you don't
remember me from Brussels?

I neither remember you, madam, nor
wish now to resume our intercourse.

Barefaced cheek of it!

They look at you with
rage in their hearts.

They look at me with pity.

But they would change places
with either of us in an instant.

Your youth, my wealth...

Will you play for me?

AWFUL weather,
for this time of year.

AWFUL, as though the world
were coming to an end.

You determined long ago that
nothing should stand in your way.

Not birth, not money,
nor the opinions of others.

I have brains and talent.

It should be enough.

Perhaps so.

In another world from this one.

Play on.

I wonder how long I must wait
for my guests to congratulate me

on the standards of music
and beauty in my house.

Bravo.

You are the only
real lady in London.

Thank you.

Tell me, my dear...

Do you love your husband?

Perhaps not as
much as I once did.

Let nothing come between you.

Children grow old,
friends grow cold,

but husbands endure...
if we let them.

I could kill them all,
the pinch-faced old harpies!

Dearest, really,
you can't force them to like me.

You are worth a
hundred of one of them.

It is better than being ignored.
Come, let's go home.

No I'll... I'll walk.

I need the fresh air.

I'll be waiting for you...

Booby.

Who's there?

Begging your pardon, Colonel.

Oh, God.

Bailiffs.

How much is it this time?

136 pounds, six shillings,
and eight pence,

at the suit of Mrs Nathan,
the dressmaker.

Colonel Crawley.
As I live and breathe.

There's five gents here in the coffee
room, or a doctor of divinity upstairs.

Very kind, Mr Moss,
but no, thank you, I'll turn in.

Pen and ink for your letter,
sir?

I won't disturb her tonight.

I'll write to my
wife in the morning.

Very well. This way, sir.

"Dear Becky,
I hope you slept well.

Don't be alarmed, when I don't bring
you your chocolate this morning.

Last night I was nabbed again.

You'll find 70 pounds in my desk.

Please drive to Mrs Nathan's
and ask her to give us more time,

and please bring me
some clean clothes.

Yours in haste...

PS: Don't be scared,
but come soon, and release me."

Morning, Colonel.

You'll be out of here in
two shakes of a stick, sir.

Rebecca, where are you hiding?

Still no letter for me?

Sorry, Colonel.

Bring me pen and ink again.

Dear God, Rawdon.

For not even 130 pounds?

Have you, um...

The bill is paid. I believe
that means you're free to go.

I am forever in your debt.

Rebecca?

You wrote to her first?

Never replied.

Just get home, old boy.

I'm innocent.

Before God, Husband,
I am innocent!

Tell him! Say it!

Innocent.

When every trinket you wear
on your body I gave to you.

Oh, I see what this is.

The pair of you mean
to lay a trap for me,

to con me out of even more money
than the thousands of pounds

I have already given to this...
whore...

which, no doubt, Colonel
Crawley, you have already spent.

- Liar.
- You don't frighten me.

- Coward!
- Make way, sir.

Villain!

How could I turn
our patron away?

Take them off.

All of them!

Pimp!

Get out of my house!

Where's the key?

Lost.

Don't!

Thousands!

Good God!

100 pounds of this would
have made me a free man!

I shall pay Briggs.

She was always kind to the boy.

The rest I shall
send back to your...

To him.

No.

Becky...

I always shared
everything with you.

Believe I loved you.

You don't even love
your own child.