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The story so far.

We've seen an old enemy
bring Becky down.

Better luck in your next life.

And we've seen a new friend
raise her up until... Oh, dear.

Becky's secret marriage made
rich aunt Matilda rather cross.

Treasure hunter. Revolutionary.

Our second wedding
united a pair of lovers

in defiance of both their families.

I will do as my honour demands.

And four happy honeymooners
left one lonely hero behind.

Tonight, Becky finds
a new use for old friends,

and why not?

This is Vanity Fair, a world
where everyone is striving

for what is not worth having.

Shout when you need me.

What I need is a valet.

In our temporary embarrassment
in the financing of servants...

And grocers and landlords. Damn it.

You'll just have
to make do with me.

Maybe I'll leave tomorrow instead.

Tomorrow the rent collector comes
and we can't pay him.

Darling, you rather urgently
need to make some money,

because if I'm to be a camp follower
on a glorious battlefield...

Officers do not have camp followers.

If I'm going to be an officer's wife

drinking fine wine
in crystal goblets,

either way, I must have
pretty underthings.

How shall I concentrate
on soldiering?

Coast is clear.
No angry rent collectors,

no disappointed grocers.
Routed by superior forces.

Shall I take Mr George's plate, sir?

Take it away...
and lay it again tomorrow.

And every day.

Till the damn fool runs out of money

and comes crawling back.

Father...

please don't let my brother
go to war unforgiven.

I have nothing to apologise for.

Why should I say sorry to him?

Because Napoleon will be upon us

horse and foot
before three weeks are over,

and give us such a dance as to make

the war up until now
seem like child's play.

We are only going
to Brussels, Dobbin.

Famously full of fine people
and ladies of fashion.

Well, I hope
you will represent our destination

in that kindly light to Mrs Osborne.

Amelia will enjoy the party.

Half of London society
is already there.

Dobbin...it's an adventure.

Smile.

Now, what's this, crybaby?

I'm...I'm just writing
a letter to my mother, sir.

Gad.

The poor lady
is just so damned kind to me.

Now, you be a good soldier,
Ensign Stubble.

Just think, sir,

all the men here, sir,

all their mothers
and all their sweethearts...

..how many of us will come home
again?

Make her proud.

I could not leave England
without coming here,

without taking...
possibly my last chance

of saying something to you
of truly vital importance

for myself and...

and-and I hope, Miss Osborne,
for you, too.

Oh.

Captain Dobbin, I'm quite overcome.

Oh, oh, God. Oh, no, I'm so sorry.

I...

I've failed to make myself clear.

I've come with someone else's
happiness in mind, not my own.

Ah, Captain Dobbin.
Off to war, is it?

Show them all we are not afraid
of any damned Frenchman, what.

Is the quarrel of my making?

What did I ever seek but his good?

For which I've been toiling like
a convict since the day he was born.

Still, should anything
happen to him, I think...

I think
you would never forgive yourself

if you hadn't parted in charity.

George has had three times
as much money from me

as I warrant
your father ever gave you.

My father was a grocer, sir,

and I a scholarship boy.

And he never found you
a West Indian bride

to keep you in wealth
all your long days.

I am a self-made man,

but I raised my son a gentleman.

And he repays me

by marrying in the gutter.

Mrs Osborne
is the best creature in the world.

And no man shall insult her
in my presence.

Pistols at dawn, is it?

Good work, Captain Dobbin.

I hope you can live with yourself.

In a few days we'll set sail

and nobody is going to send bailiffs
all the way to Belgium.

I might if some scallywag
owed me three months' rent.

But in the grand scheme of things,

our little debts are nothing.

There's a grand scheme of things.

Some of the men marching today

have been fighting this war
for more than 20 years.

Survivors like you.

Someone has to win,
and why shouldn't it be us?

Do we not emerge the victors
from every challenge?

How are we going to pay
for this hotel?

All you have to do, my love,
for my plan to work out

is play your cards right.

Hmm.

Point of four.
Making.

39.
Not good.

I've got 40.

I believe your Rawdon is widely
famed for his skills as a player.

Everyone has to be good at
something.

I think of it as
a useful way of keeping

all foolish gentlemen
out of trouble.

Oh, Becky,

we leave all our troubles behind.

Full house.

I think that's a hundred down,
Osborne.

And sway.

And cast off.

Right foot first.

You never used to complain
about my dancing before.

Come on.
Oh, no, no.

No, no.

Becky is always so lively.

She has a light heart,
it's a good thing in a woman.

You like her better now, I'm glad.

Oh, Captain Dobbin,
we've missed you.

Mrs Osborne,
very glad to have found you both.

I have a letter from home
for George.

Has the old monster relented?
Becky, shh.

It's not father's handwriting,
it's odd.

It's from his lawyer.

"I am commissioned by Mr Osborne

"to inform you
that in consequence of the marriage

"which you have been
pleased to contract,

"he ceases
to consider you henceforth

"as a member of his family.

"This determination is final and...

"irrevocable...

"..as is this settlement."

£2,000.

Dearest love.
This is all your fault.

Don't speak to her like that.

He means me, not Amelia.

George!

George.

Is not £2,000
an immense deal of money?

To a common foot soldier
it's a fortune.

On and on at me, never shut up
until you had me married,

and ruined, and now...

I'm a beggar, and a married beggar,
too, and it's your fault.

But you are still the luckiest man
in the world.

How can you not see that?
He doesn't even write himself.

He gets his lawyer to do it.

And what the devil
am I to do with £2,000?

I lost £140
to Rawdon Crawley yesterday.

Well, George, I imagine
you'll have to live on your pay.

How can a man like me do that?

How am I supposed to keep up
my position in the world?

And, no, do not say
I could live as you do,

with no fun and no entertainment.

Or do you want my wife
to take in soldiers' washing?

Control yourself, George.
She's here.

She's cost me dearer
than I ever imagined, Dobbin.

A fine manager of a gentleman's
affairs you've turned out to be.

Darling?
All is well. Yeah.

They'll set sail tomorrow
so the minute

you set eyes on Captain Osborne
in the morning

make sure to ask him for the money
before he gets on that boat.

Ship, not boat.

Oh, I correct you
and you don't like it?

Nonsense, I love it, just...

don't make a habit of it.

So, what's our plan?

Once we get to Belgium,

I'm going to look for
new gaming partners for you.

Very good.
And new friends.

Useful people
with more reliable pockets

who are generally just...
less annoying.

In your spare time, Becks,

can you also win us the war?

Do you doubt it?

Non, that is trop cher, madame,
trop...

much money.
Tant pis.

I wish Becky were here.

She'd know how to make
a pretty bargain.

I hope she joins us soon.

If you want female company
even on our honeymoon,

your wish has sadly come true.

Sure, it's Captain Osborne,
and this...

your new lady wife?

Amelia, may I present
Major O'Dowd of ours.

And his lady wife,
which is to say me,

Peggy O'Dowd of Glenmaloney.

And now, shoo, Major O'Dowd,

and you, too, Captain Osborne.

Away to the mess wit' you now. Men!

Always in the way.

Would you ever think
there was a war on, Mrs Osborne?

To see all these flowers.

So many soldiers, Mrs O'Dowd.
Lord love 'em.

Does your husband expect
an actual battle very soon?

Now, we are army wives, my dear.

Our sacred duty
is to keep our men cheerful

and try not to think about all that
till the last minute.

Ah, look around you, Amelia.

Observe the quality,
these are exactly the sort of people

we should be moving amongst.

Such an opportunity to shine.

My Lady Bareacres,

how marvellous it is to see you
and how charming you look.

Do I know this young man?

Captain Osborne, Mama.

Famous for flirting.

Flirting, gambling,

charming all the ladies

and riding into war
with the King's army,

at your service, my lady.

Faintly delicious whiskers.

Inferior regiment.

And married.

Fading already.

That is the quality?
I shall invite them to dinner.

No.

Why the great ladies of quality

should leave your pretty side
for that ugly owd fellow...

That is General Tufto
of the Household Cavalry.

I do know that, young man.

Does he have me for an utter fool?

Ach, no, Peggy.
And there's his aide-de-camp.

Thank heavens.
That means Becky must have arrived.

Gentlemen.

My dear Mrs Crawley.

Mon generale.

Oh, you naughty man.

For the prettiest lady
in the regiment, eh, Crawley?

You lucky devil.

Famous frontal development.

Oh, she is changed.

George, how beautiful she looks.

All the other ladies have a bouquet.

Emmy, why didn't you have a bouquet?

Might that be
because you didn't buy her one?

Would you stand down, old girl?

I shall be quite safe, darling.

At last we are alone, Mrs Crawley.

Enter.

Captain George.

So nice of you to join us.

The general and I were rather
moping in here, all alone.

Infantryman?
Yes, sir.

Hmph.
Excuse me.

She's my dearest friend.

No better than she should be.

Dear me, what an old fool.

Thank you for being
my knight in shining armour.

Mrs Crawley, you look ravishing.

All eyes are on you tonight.

Then all eyes are blind,

for there is not a woman in Belgium
prettier than your lady wife.

I don't know
where everyone gets this idea

that I don't appreciate her.

She is a treasure,

and you, naughty man,

are not worthy of her.

Bring her to me
and I'll tell her myself.

Oh, come tomorrow.

You may get revenge for that 140.

Indeed.

Please.

Imagine, Amelia,

our general dines this evening
with the Duke of Wellington.

He is honoured.

The commander-in-chief gives
at least four grand dinners a week.

He ordered an entire wagon
of silver plate from London,

and every day is seen in the park
with a different lady on his arm.

He makes very sure we can all see
that no Englishman

shall lose a wink of sleep
over a little Corsican.

I'm told the French
have crossed the frontier.

That's more than anyone's told me.

Though I am only an officer,
whereas you...

Whereas we are on the staff

and General Tufto is a great flirt
of mine, isn't he, Rawdon?

Shame he doesn't play,
for he is made of money.

Come on, Osborne,
wipe the floor with me.

Becky, where are his rooms,
the general's rooms, I mean.

Next to ours, of course.

Rawdon is his aide-de-camp.

So close? Won't people talk?

My dear little creature, how can we,
with our means, live at all

but for a friend to share expenses?

Well...

What?

Do you suppose Rawdon is not big
enough to take care of my honour?

Oh, no.

I did not mean to cause offence.

None is taken.

I'm sorry.

I do find having to be charming
and flirt all day and half the night

gets rather wearing.

Now, what are those
naughty men of ours up to?

Point of four.
Good.

I've got 40. Four points.

May I light it for you?

You're too kind.

Lord, how I love that smell.

Play on.

Perhaps we should
raise a toast to new friendships?

Enjoying your meringue,
Lady Bareacres?

Meringue, my lord,
that's what it's supposed to be.

Meringue?

Mama, my digestion
is possibly too refined

for le continent.

It's probably not le continent
that is at fault, darling.

But the societe.

Ah, the society.

And how brilliant it is.

And all on display tomorrow night.

Lady Blanche,
I hope I shall have the pleasure

of appearing on your card
more than once.

Dance with you?

As long as you save
the quadrille for me, George.

Well, surely she's not invited?

'How could they be so rude?'

How can they think they are
so much better than us?

Because they are better than us.

They are Lord and Lady Bareacres.

Their daughter is promised
to a duke of the blood.

How much did last night cost us,
George?

The trembling lip and the constantly
on the verge of tears,

it's enough to drive a man mad.

Why can't you be more like...
Like Becky?

She lives off her wits,
as we must learn to do.

You never liked her before she
learned to flirt and toss her hair.

Oh, for God's sake.
Let us not quarrel.

Please, God, let us not.

George. George, please don't go.

Sorry, sir.

The flower, monsieur?

Can I have those, please?

Oui, bien sur.

It's quite simple, darling.

If I don't flirt with them,
they don't visit.

If they don't visit, you don't play
and if you don't play, we starve.

You're just a little too good at it,
Becks.

Osborne has convinced himself
that you are in love with him.

Oh, Captain Osborne,
so handsome, so dangerous,

can I light you another cigar?

If I shan't be
the finest lady at the ball,

I shall be the most charming.

So everyone will want to meet us

and all the wealthy gentlemen
will want to play you

and they will all have to form
an orderly queue

with foolish George Osborne
firmly in the rear.

Now, that is what I call a plan.

Seems that the general
does not give up so easily.

They're not from the general.

They're from Captain George Osborne.

Pfft!
Darling, no, I mean it.

I mean it. Not if he were
the last man on earth.

Non, non, Isidor. Careful, man.

Oh!

Mr Joseph!
Oh, how utterly delightful.

Miss Sharp.

Oh, my dear, are we going to a ball?
Do I have time to change?

Isidor, careful.

Merde! Idiot!

It's Mrs Crawley now.

This is my husband,
Captain Crawley of the Life Guards.

Rawdon, may I introduce
Amelia's brother, Mr Sedley?

You've had a truly dreadful journey,
you poor thing.

Madam,
the collector of Boggley Wallah

was not intended by his maker
for sea travel.

But how could I miss the excitement?

And how do I get a ticket?

Hen's teeth, old boy, sorry.

Mrs Crawley!

General Tufto.

Radiant.

Oh, but poor show.

The lady deserves better, Crawley.

Oh, gosh.

This way, my dear.

Gosh, are you going to have
to fight that man in a duel now?

Moustaches
are strictly for soldiers.

Continental soldiers.

For God's sake, man, shave them off.

Oh, sorry.

Sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Ow.

My Lady Bareacres,
may I request a place on your card?

Shall we?

We needn't know them in England.

General Tufto,
Captain Rawdon Crawley,

and Mrs Crawley!

You wouldn't have enjoyed it anyway,
Mick, you owd fool.

Much happier in here

writing your orders.

There'll be such a ball
danced tomorrow

as some of 'em
has never heard the tune of.

Dearest,
why do you sit here all alone

and dismally unhappy?

Where's your naughty Captain George?

Becky, I wish
our friendship was as before.

Alas, we are married women now.

George is very poor now...

If you don't want George to gamble
with Rawdon, then just stop him.

How can I? I promised to obey him.

That stuff is just make-believe,
the things you say in church.

Amelia, the days are gone
when it was possible

for a woman to live
her whole life as a girl.

I seek a partner for the waltz.

Go on, Amelia,
please your husband.

You are the dancer.

He's so brave,

so clever, so handsome.

It's not his fault
I make him unhappy.

No, no, don't say such things.

I've cost him his father...

and his fortune.

Alas, Mrs Crawley is leaving.

Everybody was looking at my wife.

Everybody was dancing with my wife.

But she shall dance home with you.

What? When?

You never used to like her at all.

"Sharp by name, sharp by nature."

Rebecca...

Read it.

I mean every word.

William... May I call you William?

You've always been very kind to me.
Please take me home.

My lords, ladies and gentlemen,

it is my sorry duty
to have to tell you

that Napoleon is reported
marching on Brussels.

God save the King.
God save the King!

All officers to report
to their regiments immediately.

Battle begins.

Come on, let's get you back to base.

Sorry, sir.

The Duke of Wellington himself
calls them the scum of the earth.

But on the battlefield?
Lions.

You will bring George home to me?

For God knows,
I cannot live without him.

I will.

Let's get you inside.

My double barrel,
let's say 40 guineas.

My driving cloak, sable lining,
you'll get £50 for that.

Duelling pistols.

My two horses, down in the stables.

Never fear.

We're not done with your aunt yet.

Come back a hero,

and we'll rattle your medals
in her face.

Dearest, I have calculated
my current worth at £600 or £700.

Taking into account the jewellery
General Tufto has given me.

I'm relieved to hear
that even now you have a plan.

If the worst comes to the worst,
do not fear for me.

I shall flatter Jos Sedley into
giving me a seat in his carriage.

But when I'm leaving a wife
at home...

..maybe somebody else, too...

Oh, good Lord, I hope not.

..I should like
to provide for my family.

As a gentleman.

That is no laughing matter, Mrs C.

Don't cry, little woman.

I may live to vex you yet.

Mm.

I must go.

You know,
I'm a thousand times happier,

married to you...

than I ever thought
I could be in this world.

Let's go!

Becky!

Ooh.

"Becky, you have captured my heart.

"I know you feel the same.

"We must be together.

"Let us fly tonight.

"Yours, George,"

George!

Don't drink any more.

Drink? There's nothing like it.
Have some yourself.

Loosen up that lantern jaw.

The enemy has crossed the river.
Can you not hear the bugles?

They're just drunk, the lot of them.

Drunk or sober, they march
with us in three hours, George.

Three hours?

I confess, I never thought
it would actually happen.

Well, it is happening!
It's happening now.

Emmy.

She's safe in your rooms.

I'm leaving her with nothing.

I have no money for her.
I've ruined her life and mine.

I'm not fit to be a married man.
Go to her.

Go to her.

There's still time
to put things right.

Yes.

Thank you, Peggy.

I've packed you a pint of brandy.

All the years I've served
as an army wife...

..and I've never got used to this.

I don't deserve you.

Please, just hold me close.

We march in 15 minutes, Sedley,

and neither George nor I
may ever come back.

Oh, you'll be fine.
You are not to stir from this town,

do you hear me? You will stay here
and watch over your sister,

and see that no harm comes to her.
They're miles away.

Jos, if anything should happen
to George, remember,

she has no-one in the world but you.

You'll see her safely out of
Brussels in the event of a defeat.

Defeat? No, impossible.

You're just trying
to frighten me now.

I'm ready.

oh, dear, is she ill?

Hurry, before she collapses again.

So, here we are, boys.

For crown and country.

Halt!

Gentlemen, shall we?

Stuff and nonsense!
We are two to one, sir,

against any force Boney
can bring into the field.

The Prussians
were two to one at Jena,

and Napoleon took their army
and their kingdom in a week.

The Duke shall crush him.

They say that Wellington
is fled already, my lord,

and that his quarters got ready
for the Duke of Dalmatia.

I have it from his own maitre-d.

Rumours.
Get me my coat and cap, sir.

I shall go out and learn the truth.

Do it myself.

Not in that military coat.

You want to get caught by the French
and eaten?

Gad.

Are you joining the army, too,
Mr Jos?

Is there to be nobody left in
Brussels to protect us poor women?

I should like to see the action.

Any man of any spirit would.

You men.

Parting and danger
are nothing to you.

Captain Crawley left me this morning

as gay as if he was going
to a hunting party.

Admit it.

You were going to join the army
and leave us to our fate.

My dear madam,

my duty keeps me here.

I can't leave that poor creature,
my sister.

I hope I, too,

may appeal to you

for comfort and for shelter...

..when the time comes.

I imagine you'll be the one
doing the looking after,

as Jos is so hopeless.

Why are you here, Rebecca?

I came to see how you are.

You don't love your husband.

You would not stand there
with dry eyes if you did.

Tell me.

Did I ever do you
anything but kindness?

Indeed no.
When you were poor...

..who befriended you?

You did.
Was I not...

a sister to you?

You were, but...

Then who sent you to separate
those whom God has joined together?

Amelia, I protest before God...

His love was everything to me.

You knew it.

You wanted to rob me of it.

For shame, Rebecca!

Bad and wicked woman,
false friend and false wife!

I have not betrayed my husband.

Have you not betrayed me?

What have I done to you that you
should try and take him from me?

I did nothing to encourage him.

I had him for six weeks.

It was tomfoolery, it was vanity,

you know how he prevented
my marriage to Jos.

I couldn't resist playing him along,

but nothing really happened,
I swear.

Don't you dare sit there! Get up!

We sat there.

My husband and I.

And I was on his knee,
and his arm around my neck,

and we said
Our Father Who Art In Heaven,

and they came and took him away.

But he promised me to come back.

He will come back, my dear.
Leave me.

I cannot bear the sight of you.

Mrs O'Dowd.

Mrs O'Dowd, poor little Mrs Osborne
is in a desperate condition.

I've cares of my own enough today.
She's mad with grief.

What, she doesn't want you?

Who used to be so fond of her. No.

Oh, dear God, already.

What is it?
Heaven defend us from all fools,

it's cannon fire.

God in heaven,

please bring our menfolk safe home.