All language subtitles for Anthony Adverse (1936) (TVRip)

Anthony Advers

Screen Play by
Sheridan Gibney

Those who are destined to live
during times of war and social upheaval

are victims of cruel fate...
unable to find comfort

in the past or
peace in the present.

They are spiiritual
orphans of the world.

I dare say, you wish you'd
never left Versailles.

You had a very pleasant time at court
with those gallant young officers.

With one in particular, I recall.

Why have we come here?
- For your sake my love.

In order that you may have a husband
who is a husband, not just an invalid.

But I'll soon be well. Three months
at the baths should cure me.

Welcome to the Chateau de Résance
your Excellency. - At last!

Help me, help me someone,
this coach is an infernal rack.

That's it, steady, easy.

Easy.

Easy, Dolts, easy.

Easy, easy.

Your Excellency,
need not bother with the stairs.

We will prepare a room on the ground floor.
- How far is it to the baths?

About an hour's drive.
- I'll go the first thing in the morning.

Thank you, your Excellency.

A fine way to spend a honeymoon.

You'll find the days rather long I'm afraid.

The time will pass.
- They've sent for a maid.

Not necessary, I'm quite capable.

My dear...

you may be capable as the daughter
of a Scottish merchant in Leghorn.

But as Madame la Marquise de Vincitata...

wife of a grandee of Spain,
who is envoy to the King of France...

you require the
services of a maid at all times.

Remember that.
- Yes, your Excellency.

There.
#You must be tired.

Don't let me keep you any longer.

Good night, your Excellency.

Good night, Maria.

At what hour will you leave for
the baths, your Excellency? - Eight.

Denis...

Dear Denis...

Oh merciful mother,
help me to forget him.

Madame.

Yes? - My name is Lucia
madame, I am the new maid.

What time is it?

It's scarcely daybreak, but I was
told it was a matter of life and death.

Who gave you this?
- The cook's sister.

And she?
- Don't worry, madame.

She told me to tell you
that she can hold her tongue.

And the rest of
the servants are asleep.

Madame, If there is
any way in which I can help.

By the mill at the first bridge.

Denis.
- Maria.

Oh, I never dreamt you'd come.
- How could it be otherwise?

But here is so far, ten days from Paris.

Oh, darling, what's going to happen to us?

I do love you, I do.
- Dearest.

These are for always.
- Always.

And you'll take me away from him?
- Yes, I swear it. - When?

Oh, you must trust me, my dear,
will take planning, your husb...

The Marquis has powerful
friends, would never do to fail.

Oh, no. - First, I must go
back to Paris. - Back to Paris?

We'll need money,
if we're to get out of France.

Besides, I'm an officer, I can't desert.

I have to resign my commission.
- Denis, I'm frightened.

Let's not think of it now, dearest,
we've many days to talk it over.

Meanwhile...
- We mustn't wait too long.

In 2 or 3 months, he'll be well, and...

Madame.
- He's back from the baths.

Tomorrow?
- Provide he isn't home...

I'll get a message to you somehow.
- Madame...

Au revoir, dearest.

Swept along by their desperate
love, Denis and Maria forgot time,

everything but themselves.
But with coming of Autumn,

Denis set out for Paris, to
resign his commission. Meanwhile...

You've made extraordinary
progress in 3 months, monsieur.

In a few days you'll be able
to continue your honeymoon.

That's a nice way to put it, doctor.

But the truth is my honeymoon
is never quite started.

And to think you've
been all the way to Paris.

Did you miss me?
- Oh, darling.

What is it, Maria?
You're frightened, you're trembling.

Can't you guess?
I'm yours now, all yours.

Oh, my dearest.

We must leave at once, tonight.
- What if Don Luis returns?

He's been staying at the baths lately
but I know he's ever so much better.

I'll watch for your signal.

One candle if I can go, two if I can't.

And if you're in trouble my dear.

Anything should happen.
- Then, I'll light three.

Dearest.

Rejoice, my dear.
Your husband is complete again.

I shan't say good night.

Dismiss your maid, when you've retired.

Did you hear someone running about?
- Yes, master.

What does this mean?

Come here.
- No.

Name? His name?

Denis.

You, a merchant's daughter.

To soil the honor of my name.

The world will never know.
You hear me? Never.

Never.

There was no message, monsieur.

They left early this
morning, bag and baggage.

Madame too?
- Madame, the maid, the Marquis.

Which way did they go?
- By the road to Issoire.

Thank you.

I'm looking for a coach, a large coach.
With a bearded man and two women.

It's here, came a little while ago.

When her supper comes serve
it quickly, we may leave very soon.

Did you know my dear...

that I've the reputation of being
one of the best swordsman in Europe.

However, it's too late
to think of that I'm afraid.

And he's so tired, poor boy,
so tired, so worried.

Not in the house Monsiuers, please.

You are quick Monsieur,
quick to betray, quick to dishonor.

He's clumsy, he can
not harm the young man.

Denis.

Order the coach Sancho,
we'll continue our journey at once.

Poor boy.

Autumn to winter... the coach
travelled on a gruelling pace...

without respite or
any known destinatiom...

arriving finaly at a
chalet high in the Alps.

Open up.
- Who are you?

Never mind who we are.
Give her money and hold your tongue.

Oh, mi lord.

It's come master.
It's come, it's a boy.

Alive?

Weeks later the coach deescennded
onto the plains of Northern Iitaly

and paused at convent, near
the flourishing seaport of Leghorn...

Drive on, Sancho.

Oh, Loui!

I thought you were in Paris.

Where's Maria?
Didn't you bring her?

I want to speak your master.
- I see, I'm just a servant.

Well, I'm not Maria's maid any longer.
I'm her father's housekeeper.

And his heiress too,
perhaps. Who knows?

If you keep his house well.

Isn't he a darling?
- Poor little fellow.

I respect your feelings, sisters,
In fact I, I share them.

But this is a girl's school,
the child must be disposed of.

Oh, no, sister.

Well, I'll speak to
Father Xavier in the morning.

He isn't an ordinary founding.
- A satin cloak, a purse of gold.

A male child cannot be
reared in a school for little girls.

Oh Sister, this is
St Anthony's feast day too.

Yes Sister, we implore you.

You may rest assured, everything
was done that could be done.

Buried in the The Alps.

Maria, my only child.

And the baby was buried too.

Maria and the infant, both of them.

You understand?
- Aye.

It's hard to be the bearer of such news.

For a husband especially.
- My little girl.

Her bonny soul is at peace.

If you'll pardon my
mentioning it at this time.

There's just one other matter
while I'm here in Leghorn.

Your lease on this
property is about to expire.

If it suits you...

I'd be glad to renew it on the same
terms for as many years as you choose.

Thank you, senor.
I shall want to keep it.

It's where my daughter grew up.
- Au revoir, senor.

Gone.

No trace of her, nothing.

Nothing left.

Nothing. - But you're
a great merchant.

You still have your work, your ships.

Aye.

But for whom?

Male infant, Parents unknown,
Baptased Antony, Jan. 17, 1773

Thus an unwanted child
was given a name...

and for ten years he heard
it spoken only by the sisters

and by his teacher,
kindly Father Xavier.

Alone, he spent his days...

Anthony...

Anthony.

Daydreaming?

Father, could I go
for a walk outside the walls?

When the school is closed
for summer you may, not before.

But I want to go now.
- Oh oh, do you?

And how do you
think would look to see a great...

Big boy like you going
in-out of a girls convent.

Mother Marie-José would be very angry.

But she has real
people to talk to, I've no one.

No one?
- Only you.

Forgive me, Father.
- Have you read your lesson?

We shall see.

Quid proxima...

quid superiore, nocte egeris...

ubi fueris, quos convocheris...

Quos convocaveris.

Quid consili ceperis...

quid nostra. - Quem
nostrum ignorare arbitraris.

Arbitraris?

What you did last night?
What you did the night before?

Where you were?
Whom you called together?

What plans you made?

Whom of us do you think
is ignorant of these things?

Excellent, now continue.

O tempora, o mores.

Alas for the times, alas for its...

It's?
- Mores, morals.

An important word Anthony,
you should never forget it.

Why not?
- Because...

morals are the foundation
of a man's soul.

With bad morals a man
is dishonest, ungodly.

And his house soon
decays to the ground.

But the man with good
morals lives in honor and truth.

And builds for himself
a great and beautiful mansion.

That lives for all eternity through
his children and his children's children.

Someday I'm going to have
a great and beautiful mansion.

It will have towers so high
that I can see the whole world.

And it will have a... - Father Xavier,
sister Marie-José wishes to see you.

Thank you sister.

Quem nostrum ignorare arbitraris?
That's a question.

Be sure you make it one.
You'll meet plenty of others.

Sister Ursula...
- Later my dear...

Sister Ursula is very busy now.

Psss. Psss.

Psss.

Psss. Psss.

Well?
- You can have it.

Oh, how sweet,
I couldn't make out what it was.

I have pigeons too.
- And I, I have a rabbit.

A rabbit?
- His name is Oliver Cromwell.

You see, we're English. What are you?

Is everybody something?
- Of course.

What are rabbits?
- Silly, they don't count.

But they're alive, aren't they?
- Certainly, everybody knows that.

I don't, I never seen one.

I can't keep Anthony
much longer Father.

We'll have to place him.

Look.
- My tall hat.

The scoundrel, who is the
other child? - Florence Udney.

The daughter of the
British consul at Leghorn.

Father... we must find
him a place immediately.

Why in a few years we'll
send him to Rome to study.

Can't we wait until then?
- No, this is a girls school.

Have no place for a boy of 10.

But he's such a child.
- No use arguing Father

I'd made up my mind.

I'm sure there's someone to
take him right here in Leghorn.

A merchant, for instance. There
are several in the British colony.

Isn't he rather young to be apprentice?

It's never too young to learn a trade.
Particularly for an orphan.

Well, have you any suggestions?

Perhaps Martin and Forsyth may
take him, they're very prominent.

What about the Casa da Bonnyfeather?

Mr Bonnyfeather is
a good churchman,

he's been very lonesome
since his daughter died..

Well then, let it be
The Casa da Bonnyfeather.

Yes, Casa da Bonnyfeather.

CASA DA BONNYFEATHER

Look.

Here.

Please tell Mr Bonnyfeather
Father Xavier has arrived.

He's expecting us.
- Yes Father, please do sit down.

Thank you.

Dear me.

Here, here you are.

Alright Father.
- Wait here Anthony.

Father, you brought him?
- Bag and all.

He comes to you exactly
as he came to us,

including the 10 gold pieces.

10 gold pieces? That's a
goodly fortune for a lad his age.

He hasn't any clothes, though.
- Cut that man, we'll soon fix that.

Hear, give me the
receipt, I'll sign it now.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Buried in The Alps...

I'm sorry, father.

For a moment, the child
reminded me of my daughter.

Bring him into my study.

Anthony, come and
meet your benefactor.

How do you do young man?
You think you'll like it here?

I can't tell yet Signor.
- Well, that's alright.

Be frank and we'll get along fine.

May God bless you for this deed
Mr Bonnyfeather. - Thank you Father.

We'll take good care of him, never fear.

Goodbye Anthony.

I want to stay with you Father.

This is where you
commence your future Anthony.

You must have courage.

Come, we'll look for
some clothes for you.

Guisseppi, signore Guisseppi...

Ah, signora...

Oh, the kitchen is so big.
- And there's the cook, Signora Giusseppi.

We built the kitchen around her.

Signora, this is Master
Anthony, our new apprentice.

He's in need of clothes, temporarily.

Perhaps you could spare a
shirt from one of your children.

Will be done, Signore.
- Thank you.

Who is the little girl?
- That's Angela, her daughter.

Angela, say hello
to the little gentleman.

Hello.

May I play with Angela Sr Bonnyfeather?
- Young man, you're here to work.

You've lots to learn.
- I beg your pardon sir.

Of course you may
play with Angela,

whenever you like.
- Oh, thank you, sir.

And now master Anthony we'll go
upstairs and find a room you can sleep in.

I'll search for the clothes
right away Signore.

Angela, Angela...

Yes Mama?
- Come on.

He sleeps.

It's Maria's beyond a doubt.

She might've given to someone.

She had a child 10 years ago.
- The baby didn't live.

How do we know?
- But Don Luis told us.

After all, he was her husband.

He was there at the time.
- Don Luis lied.

Of course, if the Marquis de Vincitata...

saw fit to abandon his wife's baby...

there can be only
one explanation. - No, no.

I won't have it thought that he...

He's a foundling.

And he'll remain a foundling.
- That's all very well to say.

But if he bears your name.
- He'll not bear it.

We'll give him one.

No father.

No mother.
No name.

A child of sorrow and adversity...

Adversity.

Yes, by all the saints, he's earned it.

We'll call him Adverse.

Now... and forever.

Anthony Adverse.

The cloistered quiet of the convent
became a vague memory.

The Casa da Bonnyfeather open up a
new and fascinating world to Antony.

In these happy surroundings
he worked, laughed, studied,

and matured into
sturdy manhood.

Angela, good morning.

Anthony get up, it's late.
- We market today?

If you hurry, it's after 7. Mr Bonnyfeather
is having his breakfast already.

Why didn't you call me?

We've been making enough
noise to wake everyone in Leghorn.

Angela, Angela. - Yes Mama,
I'm coming. - Come on.

Good morning Faith.
- Good morning.

Good morning sir.
- Good morning my boy.

Any news from Paris?
- Yes.

Louis XVI has been
put to death, as I expected.

Marie-Antoinette will follow.

Tony, watch what you're doing.

You've become fairly impossible.
- Well, who wouldn't with 10 children.

Eh Tony?
- Si, Si Signore.

Excuse please.

7 hens. No, put 8.

Yes Mama. Eight...

Fill up the teapot, someone.
- Fill it up yourself, you idiot.

Woman.

And then she burst out crying and
threw the dishrag in Poppa's face.

Poor Tony, what's happened to him?
- It's the big state lottery.

He's used up all our
savings buying tickets.

Oh, you can imagine Mama
if he doesn't win something.

I've been wasting all my
pity on the King of France.

Speaking of lottery tickets.

Look.
- Anthony, is it yours?

What would you do if you won?
- Well, first, I'd marry you.

Then I'd buy a real villa, with vineyards...

and a huge fountain in the courtyard.

And a goat?
- Finest goat in Leghorn.

No you wouldn't, you just say that.

Haven't I always said it?
- It's different now.

We're not children any longer.
- It's all the more reason to believe me.

I wish I were a great lady.

With beautiful clothes
and a carriage all my own.

Then you'd be proud of me
instead of being ashamed of me.

I'll never be ashamed of you Angela.

Never in a thousand years.

You will, some day.

Look at me.

You mustn't, not on a road like this.

Let's sing.

# Oh the spring will not
be there forever...

# And this day will
return to us never...

# All the promises made...

# You have all mislaid...

# I will wait here
for you, oh my love.

# I'll wait for you my love.

Attention please.
Stevens, Edwards, Adverse....

An American brig is docking
with merchandise from London.

You'll report to McNab at once.
He's over there now, with the invoices.

Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir. - Anthony...

Anthony you...

You become quite a man.

I might even say, a handsome young man.

Handsome enough to turn the heads
of the finest young ladies in Leghorn.

Tell me... why don't you linger
more with younger people?

I have work to do.

Oh, you've plenty of time to
spend with the cook's daughter.

Oh, not that I object.

She's a charming girl, but...

But you got to take
your proper place in the world.

What is my proper
place? Is anyone know?

You're...

You're a man Anthony,
you'll make your own place.

Just run over to the quay and
welcome Capt. Jorham for me, will you?

I'm told he's a diminutive
old fellow, but he's proud.

As all the Yankees are, you'll need tact.

You can depend on me sir.
- I hope so.

I should like to find someone with
whom I could share my responsibilities.

Sometimes, the great house of
Bonnyfeather becomes too heavy a burden...

for one man's shoulders.

My shoulders are broad sir.

They belong to you to use as you see fit.

Run along. Oh, don't forget.

Be sure to invite Capt.
Jorham to dinner. - Yes sir.

What was that crowd I've
seen in the square? - When?

They're picking the winning
numbers in the lottery tonight.

Gambling, did you hear that?

These foreigners had
corrupted the devil himself.

Thar she spouts.
Pipe down Mrs Jorham.

Elisha you're drunk.
- Belay your sheets woman.

So would you be if
you'd had as much as me.

Listen.

They've finished, they're celebrating.

It's Tony Guisseppi.
He's won the lottery.

It's Papa, it's Papa.

Wait, what's this?

Yes, look at me.
It is me, Tony Guisseppi.

I have won the lottery.
Insult me now, if you dare.

Pappa... - Shut up, you fool.
- Wait.

How much money did he win?
- 40,000 scudi.

But it will not last him long,
he has ordered 12 carriages.

One for each member of the family.

Silence, one moment please.

Tony, where are you going?
- Far away, to the home of my ancestors.

And I am not coming back.

Wait, all...

Very well, go. Take your family, get out.

And never let me see you again.

Angela, you mustn't go.
- You don't know Papa when he's like this.

I must take care of the little ones.
- I'll go with you.

Oh, no, no, no, that
would make things worse.

Anthony, if you love me find
me later, but don't come now.

Angela, Angela...

Stop it. Stop it.

Angela, you can't go, you mustn't go.
- Anthony, I must.

No you...

Anthony...
- Let me go, let me go.

Anthony...

Anthony...

I give up.

Your name is Adverse, isn't it?
- Why did you grab me?

Oh, don't worry, I won't again.

I'm Vincent Nolte in case you're
interested. My father is a banker.

He does a lot of business with
Mr Bonnyfeather. -- And she's gone.

Forget it, she'll come back.
You couldn't catch her now anyway.

Oh, good evening Mr Bonnyfeather.
- Good evening.

I was just saying that
my father is a friend of yours.

Herr Nolte, the banker.
- Why, upon my soul, how big you've grown.

Scarcely recognised you.

Mr Adverse ought to get around more.
I can't understand why we've never met.

Anthony, why don't you and
young Nolte spend the evening together.

No, thank you sir, I'm not
a man of leisure, I've work to do.

I think you've worked too hard lately,

it's time you relax and
had a little pleasure.

Later. - He's right, yo
know. What do you say?

Well, good night gentlemen.
- Good night.

Have a good time.

No thanks, I don't think I'll...
- Oh, come on, come on.

The invading armies of General Bonaparte
created a panic in Northern Italy.

A long and prosperous
era had come to an end

for the merchants of Leghorn.

Does this mean sir, that you're
closing the counter for good sir?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

Tell the men they're to have a
month's salary and their freedom.

Or you might add,
I'm revising my will today.

Each one of you
will be remembered.

Thank you sir, thank you.

The remainder of my estate...
I bequeath to my apprentice...

Anthony Adverse.

Provided he is still living
at the time this will is executed.

If he is not living, at such a time,
I desire that the residue of my estate...

shall be divided equally
between the aforesaid Faith Peliolegus...

and the Convent of the Holy Child.

Bonaparte, Bonaparte.

That's all you hear,
business is at a standstill.

We're shutting down completely
at the bank. - So are we.

And Bonaparte calls himself a liberator.

He has to enslave people first
before he can liberate them.

That's way with conquerors.
- What can we do?

Fight him.
- I'm fighting.

It's no use Tony,
he's in Florence already.

In a few days he'll be here and
not a soul raise a hand to stop him.

On the contrary, he'll be hailed...
- Oh, let's forget about Bonaparte.

Let's think of something else.

How about going to the opera tonight?
There's a new company from Milan.

Music before the battle, eh?
- Oh, maybe the last we hear for a long time.

You're right Tony, I'd like to go.
- Come along, let's buy the tickets.

Look Vincent, there's Angela.

Angela.
- Where?

The shepherdess,
there in the middle.

I'm going down to see her.
- Wait until the act is over.

You won't be able to
see her until then in any case.

Good night.

Signora Bovino.
- Si, signorina.

Signora BOVINO
Accommodalions for aclors
fortunes told

Signorina Guisseppi?
- Si Signore, is she expecting you?

I'm an old friend.
- Oh, come in.

Who is it?
- A gentlemen here to see you.

Gentleman? What gentlemen?

Adolfo, Maria, Nicolo,
Pietrica, Vittoria. - Anthony.

Let me see you, it's been so long.
- That's right, so hard to find you.

I've searched everywhere.
Oh, Angela Mia.

Ah, Signora.
- How was it?

And ovation, magnificent.
Just as you predicted. - Oh, I'm glad.

Debrulle, they shouted, Debrulle.
As though I were the whole troupe.

The stars never lie, signore.
From now on your troupe will prosper.

Bless you. Come, come, give us
some wine, she's going to celebrate.

No no, not now.
- Why not?

She doesn't need wine,
she's happy, let her be.

Asleep?

Aren't you proud of me?
- I adore you.

I mean the singing.
- I adore your singing too.

Oh silly, you couldn't possibly
hear me with all those other girls...

pitching at the top of their lungs.
- Oh you're different, you stood right out.

I'm awkward perhaps or do I sing off-pitch?

You've learned how to get compliments.
- Not compliments Anthony, I want the truth.

Signore Debrulle...

He's been very kind to me.

He's a nice man, full of encouragement.

But unless I can be a
great singer I'd rather not go on.

Even if you could, I wouldn't let you.

But I must earn my living somehow.

Have you forgotten already?
- Forgotten?

Finest goat in Leghorn.

You still love me Angela?
- Of course.

What is it? Your career?

Yes, that is...

Oh Anthony, don't you understand?

It is Bonnyfeather, he's
never give his consent.

Oh, I can make him understand.

I know I can.
- And if you can't?

Angela, these 2 years
have changed me, I've worked...

I've earned a real place for myself
in the house of Bonnyfeather.

I even repaid, in a way, a part
of the kindness he's shown me.

Then, if he needs you
he'll never let you go.

But the House of
Bonnyfeather has closed its doors.

Once again I'm
Anthony Adverse, orphan. I have nothing.

Mean no inheritance,
no tradition but I have my self.

And the name that was invented for me.

With you, Angela I could make
that name stand for something.

For a new generation,
a great new family tradition.

Are you willing to give up
your career and your name?

For a man who hasn't even a real
name of his own to give you?

Oh Anthony, I love you.

Does he know you're leaving?
- No.

Don't tell him then, just go.

Why?

Because he's so selfish.
He'll want to keep you.

Not when he knows that Angela and I
are married. - Anthony, take my advice.

Bonnyfeather is through.

From now on this house will
be a mausoleum, a place to rot in.

So will Leghorn,
so will Europe for that matter.

If I were you I'd go
as far away as possible.

Come in.

Mr Bonnyfeather would like to see you.
- Thank you.

Put this in too.

When are you meeting her?
- At noon, outside the convent.

Goodbye Maria, good riddance.

Come in Anthony.

Sit down, I want to talk to you.

Anthony...

How would you
like to go to Havana?

Go to Havana?
- Oh, it's for you to decide, of course.

But first let me do a little
explaining. Now as you know...

I'm being forced into retirement...

by circumstances over
which I have no control.

And even if conditions should change...

I feel I'm too old
ever to become active again.

The wealth that I have
accumulated, therefore

is of the utmost
importance to me.

But unfortunately that
wealth is in the form of credit.

Money that is owing to us
in all parts of the world.

Now, among our debtors...

is a firm known as Gallego and Son
which has its headquarters in Havana.

Now, their debt is a very large one.

It amounts to...

3/4 of my entire estate, and so far,
I've been unable to collect it.

They refuse to pay it.
- Precisely.

And with Europe in the throes of war
there's no possible way to force them...

other than to send someone there.

Haven't we an agent in Havana?
- We have but he's failed repeatedly.

Gallego and Son are slippery customers.
One has to resort to all manner of tricks.

Unless I'm mistaken, It will
require months of constant effort.

The employment of tact, influence...

and above all, determination.

Now, the reason I want you
to undertake this mission...

is because you're nearer to me...

than anyone I know.

It's the sort of thing
a man would entrust to a son...

if he had a son.

This is...

the first real service
you ever asked of me.

When would you want me to go?

Well, I've arranged with
Capt. Jorham, you can sail tomorrow.

As soon as that?
- Aye.

The French fleet on its
way to Gibraltar to effect a blockade.

Well, in that case,
won't I have trouble getting back?

It might take a year, possibly two.

Would you be so good as to...

tell Capt. Jorham to
make accommodation for two.

Why?

I should like my
wife to accompany me.

Your wife.
- Yes.

I was married to
Angela Guisseppi this morning.

What time is it now?
- One o'clock.

Well, I can't wait any longer...

will you please fasten
this note to the bell-pull over there.

Alright, drive on.

CONVENT OF THE
HOLY CHILD

Dearest
Debrulle has changed his plans.

The Troupe goes to Rome
instead of Venice by order of

General Bonaparte.
Meet me there.

Love
Angela

You'll be sure to
locate Angela and tell her.

Aye, that I will.

And remember my boy, whatever happens...

your home is here.

Some day God willing, the doors
of Casa Bonnyfeather will open again...

for you, if not for me.

Thank you sir, I shan't forget.

Inn of the
Golden Rooster

And how is our thrifty merchant getting
along, the honorable John Bonnyfeather?

That old fool?
- The bigger fool, the better for you.

Your inheritance, eh?

You flatter me, your excellency.

Why do you always
call me Your Excellency?

Well, perhaps if I saw you oftener
than once every 2 or years.

When you happen to
be passing through Leghorn.

If you think it's on my
way you're mistaken.

When I left Madrid I had orders from
the king to proceed direct to Paris.

So...

You see?
- Then take me with you, please.

You promised.

My dear, an attractive
woman doesn't go to Paris.

She lets Paris come to her.

Meaning you, I suppose?

You are so wise and so clever.

But I know something
that would kill you if you knew.

And when may I have
the pleasure of knowing?

When Paris no longer comes to Faith.

And now Anthony became like
a ship driven before the wind.

He lived with one resolve...

to complete his mission
as quickly as possible.

His heart was with Angela.
His Fate drove him to Havana...

It was a splendid voyage and I enjoyed it.
- Pretty smart navigating too.

The last time I hit Cuba I was
aiming for Charleston, South Carolina.

Oh, welcome.

Welcome for the good Capt. Jorham.
- Oh, hello.

And this, I'm certain
must be Senor Adverse.

Delighted to greet you.
- Thank you.

I'm Carlo Cibo. - Oh yes. - Mr
Bonnyfeather's representative. - Yes?

And how is the enchanting Mrs Jorham?
- She's waiting for me on board.

Well, God bless you.
- Thank you sir.

Goodbye Carlo.
- Goodbye sir. - Well, Mr Bonnyfeather...

Oh yes, yes,, yes, his letter
about you arrived last week.

Unfortunate quite futile, you
might have saved yourself a journey..

But I don't...
- Oh, you shall see.

Pablo, my servant, devoted to me.
He'll bring your luggage to my house.

Well, but I...
- We still have plenty of time.

Bring Senor Adverse's luggage
to my home. My house...

Don't sleep on your way
or you'll get a beating.

My house is yours, we
shall drink to the past,

forget the future, and
pleasantly live the present.

I have a million questions
about Europe to ask you.

Yes, but time is... -Oh, please,
please time is unlimited in Havana.

I'm a gentleman of leisure, with a house
full of servants and charming disposition.

And an overwhelming
power of persuasion. - Yes.

You'll be glad I
persuaded you, my friend.

But wait till you
see Havana, my home.

Senor, let me make myself clear.

I've come to Cuba
for one reason and one only.

To collect the just debt
to Mr Bonnyfeather. - Yeah.

And to return to my home
and my wife as speedily as possible.

An admirable ambition,
Tony, but quite futile.

Why? - Because Gallego
is quit, gone away...

There is nothing left of the firm
but an old trading post in Africa.

Well, I shall have to go there.

Take it over, if need be. - You can
probably have it, but who wants it?

It's only good for slave trading.

Slave trading?
- Sure.

Gallego and Son were slave
traders. Didn't you know that?

My friend, the strongest men break
when they try to battle with fate.

Now, let me see.

Yes, you'll need a bit of tailoring
the first thing and then...

Tony, did you hear me?

Anthony.

I said you need completely
new and different clothes.

I shall arrange
with my tailors to...

You remind me of Mr Bonnyfeather.

The first time I met him he thought
I needed clothes too. - And did you?

As I recall I was stark naked.

My boy, you haven't stopped to figure out
yet that life is just a series of sensations.

Some to be desired others to be
avoided, that's all that matters.

For instance, at
this moment you and I

are riding comfortably in a
carriage enjoying ourselves

while over there in that courtyard,

a poor devil who is doubtless
a much better Christian than we are,

is being beaten to death.

Hey, stop.

Enough, stop it.
- I'll start with you.

Wait Tony, interfere with a master
and slave is punishable by death. - No!

Back to the carriage.
- Stop it. - Back to the carriage.

Listen, we leave.

Bring the monk, bring the monk.

I know you Carl
Cibo, I know you..

You've seen what
happens to slaves.

You've seen how a wicked system has
given one man the right of life and death

over his fellow men.

You've seen a man
beaten, tortured, killed

because he was unfortunate
enough, to been born poor.

My son...

You'll meet a lot like her in Africa.

I want to speak to Senor Cibo.

We're honored by a visit from the
police, be quiet, both of you..

Tell them to keep on playing.

Senor, I'm sorry to disturb you
but we're looking for a monk.

A monk with Carlo Cibo?

Upon my soul.

You know me better than that.
- He was seen in your company.

No, impossible. - Nevertheless senor
but I must search your house.

Have you a warrant from the governor?
- Not yet senor, but nevertheless...

Nevertheless you have to get one.

Good night.

Has he gone? - For the
moment. - What can we do?

There's no chance for
Brother François, I'm afraid.

Unless you can
smuggle him out of Cuba.

You've both been very kind to me,
I thank you and I'll pray for you..

Where you going?
- To give myself up.

There's no need for
you to become involved.

Come with me.
- Where to? - To Africa.

Anthony no. - In heaven's
name, I implore you not to go...

You'll destroy yourself...

you'll live in eternal horror,
unable to sleep, unable to think.

Followed always, always by the
cries of those you've sold into misery.

You cannot barter in human souls.
- My debt is to Bonnyfeather.

It's a greater sin,
not to repay it.

I think you're making
a terrible mistake Anthony.

Cuba is flourishing.

You can go into some business here
and eventually pay off Mr Bonnyfeather.

It may take longer but it...

But it mustn't take longer, it must
be done quickly, as quickly as possible.

I must get back to my wife.
- My son, I will go with you to Africa.

Now you'll have to withstand
salvation Tony, morning, noon and night.

Perhaps I'll need salvation.

Africa... Anthony sweated with fever
and a new greed took hold of him.

In three years
his name became

like a terrifying jungle sound
to the horrassed natives.

He dealt in slaves... and
became slave to his own power.

Receipts, 221 slaves at auction.

14.229 pounds, 5 shelling.

Total proceeds today, 18.404 pounds.

Net profit on last shipment.

12.878 pounds, 13 shelling and 6 pence.

A nice profit.

With luck, today's trading
should settle the Bonnyfeather debt.

Yes. - And you'll b
free to go back to Europe.

I imagine you'll be glad
to get away from this infernal noise.

What you want Neleta?

You have not ordered the food
prepare for the feast after the trading.

There's plenty of time.

Please, you won't go away.
- Isn't there work for you to do?

Ferdinando, welcome
the chiefs for me.

But they expect you, they
will be insulted. - Do as I say.

Mr Adverse, you are
coming back with me, aren't you?

I'm sure that Mr Bonnyfeather...
- Bonnyfeather, what does he care?

Has he ever once written me?
Three years in this hole and not a word.

Nothing.
- Well, perhaps...

The master of Futa Jaloon must be
welcomed by the master of Belagos.

Not a servant.
- I give you my greetings.

And by the blessing of Allah trading will
begin this day at the firing of the gun.

I'll give 6 ponds.
- I'll take 8 pounds 5.

6 pounds 5.
- Look, the strength of a horse.

Teeth like pearls,
he is worth 8. - 7.

8.
- 7.

7 pounds 5.
- 7, and no more.

Done.
- Done!

What's wrong here?
- This one thinks he's been cheated.

Only 7 pounds, he's worth...
- Quiet.

If there's any more trouble
the trading will stop.

You can go back to your villages
as you came here... penniless.

Take him away.

Bring another one.

I see Brother François
is still helping the cripples.

The chiefs hate him. They
call him the White Devil Doctor.

Have you no pity?

I told you I
wanted no more trouble.

I've said that Brother François may
have the rejected slaves and I say it again.

He protects runaway slaves.

He protects only those slaves that
you'd kill because they've been rejected.

Take your cripple away from here.

Go on with the trading.

Bring another one.

Brother François.

There is one other
you might save.

Who? - Mr Adverse,
today settles the debt.

I told you to go
back to your huts.

The time has come when
you said you would leave Gallego.

My son, there can be
no justification for sin.

But what little justification you
thought you had no longer exists.

You must go back.
- To what?

You have a wife.
- How do I know?

Have I once heard from
her? Maybe she's dead.

In love with someone else.
- Find out.

If she still loves me
she can wait a little longer.

There's money here,
money and power.

For the first time in my life the
name Adverse means something.

It's respected and feared.
- By savages.

But you yourself call them brothers.
- Yet you would make slaves of them.

Well, what am I? I'm
slaving to pay a debt.

And a slave to
conventions and gratitude.

Now, I pay a
debt to myself.

I owe myself wealth and power.

I owe the name that was invented
for me the right to perpetuate itself.

It will not live Anthony.

It will die of its own evil unless
you give it back to honor and truth.

I won't let it die
and I'll stay here.

When I can afford to
leave, I will. - Afford?

Is it only the rich who can
afford to be kind and without sin?

I shan't come here to
trouble you any more.

If you want to see me
you'll have to come to my hut.

The ship is going.

With big cargo too.

The last until the rains are over.

Rains.

Neleta, you've had your wish.
The boat went away without me.

I am glad.

Master, Brother François
said he will not come here.

Very well.

Why you stare at me?

Go in the other room, get out.

Get out of here.

It's your move, Mr Adverse.

Sick in mind and body,
Anthony find no peace

from the growing
tortment with him.

Each dawn brought with it a
stronger feeling of loathing and disgust.

Brother François, Brother François.

My son, what is it?
You have a fever.

Father Xavier.

Where you've been?

Anthony come.
Come help me, help me.

Quem nostrum...
ignorare arbitraris...

Father Xavier.

Could I go for a walk
outside the walls?

What do you want?
- I've come to see Anthony.

Get out, we don't
want you here.

Angela mia.

He hates you,
he said to go away.

Help me to save him.

If you don't go
away from here

I'll take your flock
and ship them to Havana.

Children, cripples and all.
- Your master wouldn't let you.

How can he stop
me? He is sick.

I am master now.

Anthony!

Please.

Remember what I said,

I'll give you until
tomorrow to be gone.

Neleta... Neleta!

Anthony, you must
go back to bed.

No word from
Brother François?

You told him... I was
still down with fever?

I told him, but
he will not come.

Don't worry any more, you
are better, you are getting well.

In a few days the sun will shine.
There will be trading again.

Anthony will stay here,
for great power, grow rich.

Power, money...

I must see Brother François.

It's nothing.
- How do you know?

Where is Brother François?
- In his hut, I tell you.

You lie, he's out in the jungle.

They're after him to kill him.
- No. - Tell me the truth!

I am telling you the truth.

You sent him away,
that's what you did.

You hated him for wanted me
to leave Africa and now you...

beast...
you savage.

Brother François.

Brother François.

You're dying.

No, Anthony...

It is you who
are dying, not I.

Forgive me, I didn't know that.

They didn't tell me
you'd been driven away.

Promise, promise me...

you'll leave Africa.
- I promise.

Brother François.

The death of Brother Francois brought
Anthony's career in Africa to a sudden close.

He returned to Leghorn...
a lonely, embittered man.

Where do go Signore?
- Casa da Bonnyfeather.

On business?
- Why?

Casa da Bonnyfeather has
been closed for the past 5 years,

I expected it would be,
drive along. - Si signore.

Your Excellency has lived in Leghorn?
- Yes, yes. Some years ago.

You remember of Vincent Nolte?

Nolte? Nolte?

Oh yes, yes, I remember.
He's in Paris now.

A great banker they
say, friend of Napoleon.

He come here every now and then.
- What brings him back?

Surely it can't be on business.

He's searching for a friend, a young
clerk who went to sea and disappeared.

Disappeared?
- Si signore, disappeared.

Ah, too bad.

When the old Bonnyfeather
died left him a big fortune.

Mr. Bonnyfeather is dead?
- Yes, over a year.

Mr Bonnyfeather's housekeeper?

Couldn't she locate
this young clerk either?

No, lucky for her too.

If this clerk will not come
back she will get all the money.

Adverse, yes.

Anthony Adverse, that was
his name. Ever hear of him?

Driver, there used to be
an inn on the Strada Calypso.

Si, signora Bonino's place.
- That's right.

Drop my luggage there please.
- You trust me Signore?

Oh, I think so...

Just say it's for
Mr Adverse, Mr Anthony Adverse.

Can you remember that?

You.
- May I come in?

You think I'd died in Africa?

I didn't know what
to think. Your letters...

You knew where I was but you
weren't going to tell, were you Faith?

Mr Bonnyfeather didn't want it known
that you were engaged in slave trading.

Anthony, why do you
take this attitude?

We've always been friends.
- On the contrary.

You hated me from the
first time I came here.

But why? That's
what I want to know.

And why was Bonnyfeather
so fond of me to leave me his money?

Why, he was in his dotage.

That isn't true, you know the
real reason. Now tell me, tell me.

Oh, Don Luis.

This is Mr Adverse,
the heir to Bonnyfeather's estate.

Congratulations signor.

Your arrival is most opportune.

Would you join us?
We have much to talk over.

Strange that I never heard
Mr Bonnyfeather speak of you.

I might say the same, signor.

At one time Mr Bonnyfeather
and I were very intimate.

But that was before you were born.
At least, before you were adopted.

Don Luis...

Do you know if Mr Bonnyfeather
had any unwelcome relatives?

Anyone, of whom he might
have been ashamed?

What makes you ask? - I can't
help feeling that I'm related to him.

The first time we met,
I remember distinctly.

He was sitting at his desk
in the other room talking to a priest.

And when he looked in my direction
he stopped suddenly and just stared.

And tears came to his eyes.

Your parents might've been
friends of his. - Perhaps, perhaps.

Yet, why should he make me his heir?
- You have no recollection?

Only that I was raised by a group of
nuns at the Convent of the Holy Child.

Anyone who could help Mr
Adverse prove his identity

would be very
welcome, I'm sure.

I know how eager he is.

You, inquired at the convent?

Records are meager, I was left
there on the 17th January 1773.

Abandoned?
- Yes.

In a black bag, containing
a Madonna and a few gold pieces.

Rather interesting,
don't you think Don Luis?

Young man, if I were you,
I wouldn't seek to know more.

You have been
extraordinarily fortunate, as it is.

But isn't it only natural...
- Considering the circumstances...

it might also be dangerous.

Why?
- For many reasons.

I advise you to forget it.

You are going to Paris?
- At once, about the will.

I'll see Mr Nolte.

I trust you'll have no
difficulty in establishing your claim?

Thank you Senor.

I really came here to
locate Angela, my wife.

I don't suppose you know
what became of her? - Angela?

Let's see, the last I heard she was touring
the provinces with an opera company.

How long ago was that?
- 3 years, no 4 years.

And Mr Bonnyfeather never
tried to get in touch with her?

I couldn't say, I'm sure.

Wouldn't it be
more truthful to admit...

that you prevented him
from getting in touch with her.

Pray that I'll find her Faith,
will ease your conscience.

If you have one.
Goodbye Don Luis.

I'm indebted to you.

For the tea.

I told you I had a secret.
I told you years ago.

You couldn't prove it.
- Oh, couldn't I?

There's an old picture of Maria
locked away in my drawer.

The resemblance is still
remarkable, even a stranger would know.

I should've let him die.
- I'd be a rich woman if you had.

I'd be in Paris claiming
an estate. - Keep quiet.

You'll have it yet.
- No I won't, there's not a chance.

But I will have something
for the life I've lived.

The disappointment,
the years of boredom.

And you're the one
who'll give it to me. - I?

For the price of that picture.

For the honor of
a grandee of Spain...

whose pretty wife
had a child... - Silence.

Hurts, doesn't it? Makes you
cringe. - Detestable creature.

What is it you want?
- Your name in marriage.

Anthony.
- You sure? - Yes.

Sancho, don't let
that coach get by.

What are you stopping for?
- There is a coach ahead.

Pretty close I should say
judging from the tracks.

Never mind, keep going.

Mr Adverse.
- Yes?

Have you any enemies?
- Why?

Take a look at that coach down there.
See it? Hiding behind the boulder.

It looks to me as if they were waiting
to shove someone into the gorge.

Of course they may not, but on
the other hand, there is that precipice.

There should be a collision.
- How are the brakes?

Hold the coach maybe
but the horses would drag us.

Could you hold the
coach without the horses?

Without the horses? - Come down
here, I'll show you what I mean.

If we could get
that pin out quickly enough...

He was the best
servant I ever had.

The coach was
rather handy too.

Travelling day and night
in a post-chaise

Don Luis managed to
arrive ahead Anthony,

at the little town
of Nogent L'Arlaud...

a few miles from Paris...

where General Bonaparte had
set up temporary headquarters.

Now, let's see your papers.
Come on, hurry up.

What's all the excitement around
here? - None of your business.

Are we far from Paris?
- Two or three hours.

Thank you.

Major, I have some information
for you. - Yes, your Excellency.

Some way back, we met an
Englishman who I recognised as a spy.

He's traveling this way.

An Englishman?
- Oh, there isn't a doubt of it.

He's traveling under
the name of Anthony Adverse.

Don't pay any
attention to his passport.

Oh, thank you your Excellency,
we'll watch out for him.

Pleasant journey you Excellency.
- Thank you major, thank you.

What's the trouble?
- No trouble, monsieur.

If your papers are in order
you'll be allowed to continue.

Anthony Adverse?
From Leghorn? - Yes.

Are you a native of Leghorn?
- I was born there.

Have you any proof?
- My passport.

Step out, please.

Is that not sufficient?

You are perhaps unaware Mr Adverse
that France and England are still at war.

I may be English, but
I'm an Italian subject.

And your parents?
Your father, what was he?

Don't you know?

Arrest him.

The general will
see you herr Nolte,

if you do him the honor
of remaining for dinner.

Thank you Mr Bourrienne.

It won't be much in the
way of food I'm afraid.

Just a military mess but...
- I'll be delighted.

What is it Doumet? - I've arrested
this fellow on grounds of suspicion.

Also, for insulting an
officer of the French army.

An Englishman. - That's good
enough. - Anthony. - Hello, Vincent.

How did you get here?
- Ask the major.

You... you know him?
- Certainly I know him.

His name is Anthony Adverse.
We grew up together in Leghorn.

Major Doumet...

I was told the gentleman
was a British spy. - By whom?

A traveler in the poste-chaise.
A Spanish nobleman.

A Spanish nobleman
traveling in a public coach?

Well, it does seem strange somehow.
- Strange? It's incredible.

He's the man you should've
arrested. - Sorry, sir.

Release the guard.

My apologies Mr Adverse. I trust
you won't mention this to the General?

I'm glad to be
relieved of the necessity.

It's extremely regrettable,
but unfortunately...

Bourrienne...
- Yes, I'm coming.

Excuse me gentlemen.

Tony...
- Well Vin.

Tell me some
more of this business.

Well, the main thing is this.

We advanced a huge sum
of money to Bonaparte.

With the understanding he would pay us
back the moment he could lay hands...

on a lot of gold that
is owing him in Mexico.

He learned recently that the gold
can not be shipped to France...

without the payment
of an exorbitant tax.

Consequently, he is refused
to authorize its collection.

Until he does, we
don't get our money.

Meanwhile, his failure to pay has
brought us to the verge of bankruptcy.

And you too, personally.
- As well as my clients.

Oh, it's frightful Tony.

Why don't you let me lend you the money
that I've inherited from Mr Bonnyfeather.

That will tide you over, at least
until this gold affair is settled.

Vincent Nolte's house in Paris

I wish there was some other
means Ouvrard. Frankly...

I'd rather lose everything than have Anthony
run the risk of impoverishing himself.

There isn't any risk. I'm absolutely
certain the gold will be delivered.

I too monsieur.

I've even got Mademoiselle Georges
to use her influence with Napoleon.

Mademoiselle Georges?
Who is she?

A new prima Donna,
Bonaparte is infatuated with her.

An exquisite creature.

I'm to have the honor of escorting
her to the ball tomorrow night.

You don't say? Would
you like to go Tony?

Perhaps we'd better.

It's entirely up to you.

Well gentlemen, I guess there's
nothing more to discuss, is there?

Au revoir monsieur, and
thank you for your generosity.

The money you're placing at our
disposal will just about save our skins.

You're quite welcome.
- Goodnight Vincent. - Good night.

Tony, you realise
what you've done?

Yes. - You may lose
your entire fortune.

Everything.
- I know.

Don't you care for money?
Doesn't it mean anything to you?

Not very much Vincent.

A man died so that I might learn there
was something besides money and power.

Tony, what's happened to you?

If you don't want money and
power, what do you want?

Angela.
- Angela?

Good heavens man,
You're not still looking for her.

Why, she's probably...
- Probably?

Probably dead, probably forgotten me.
Probably this, that or 1000 other things.

I think about it till
I'm ready to go mad.

Then I assure myself
that one thing is possible...

Somewhere Angela is waiting for me.
- Now, be reasonable Anthony.

Why should she wait for you?
- Because she's my wife.

Because we pledged ourselves to the future
of the name that was invented for me.

With her...

I can give it roots in the present and
have children to carry it onto the future.

Love and a home
and a tradition.

These things are the
very essence of a man's soul.

They're his wealth and his power.

Without them he, he has nothing.

The general is early tonight.

Naturally, he's
expecting Mademoiselle Georges.

According to Mr Nolte you had some
very exciting adventures in Africa.

Please tell us about them.

I assure you I never had
one quite the equal of this.

Your friend's quite intriguing.
And I think very handsome.

Wait until you see
him without his mask.

I can hardly wait
until we unmask at midnight.

Mademoiselle Georges
has just arrived.

Mademoiselle, your mask.
- Thank you, monsieur.

Mademoiselle, may I have the honor?
- With pleasure monsieur.

This is once Ouvrard, that I am willing to
acknowledge my indebtedness to a banker.

I've been told that
Napoleon is a bad dancer.

You were told right,
mr Adverse, watch.

Friend of yours?
- No.

I thought...

Mr Ouvrard must be hiding
I can't see him anywhere.

Allow me.
- No, please.

Debrulle?

Can't seem to place
him, show him in.

I hope you'll pardon me,
the nature of my visit...

Debrulle, why of
course I remember.

It's been a long
time since Leghorn.

But nevertheless I
should've remembered the name.

Where is Angela?
Surely you must know.

I do, that's why I'm here.
- Oh my friend, my friend.

Tell me Debrulle, is she
still with the troupe?

No, no more.
- Is she given up her singing?

Well, not entirely.

She still sings a little.
- But, where is she now?

She's taken a cottage
out near Passy. - Passy?

Then I can see her at
once. - Oh, why not?

Oh, bless you.
Come along, hurry.

Why does she live in such
an out of the way place?

Well, perhaps
because she prefers it.

Go, go, she's waiting for you.

Anthony, Anthony...

Angela...

Angela mia...

Don't talk.

Just let me hold
you close to me.

You've changed, but your
eyes are still the same.

Oh darling, what happened?
What ever happened?

Bonnyfeather promised
to tell you. - He didn't.

I went there once but he sent word by
Faith that you didn't wish to see me.

Faith lied.
- Is it true you went to Africa?

Yes, Faith would've told you that.
She knew that I was planning to come...

Oh Anthony, let's not think
of her now. She doesn't matter.

All I want is to see you, feel your
presence and to know we're together.

Forever this time. Nothing
must ever separate is again.

Nothing.

Why, Anthony?

Angela, I've died a thousand
times since I saw you last.

I've been greedy and cruel.
I've wanted wealth and power.

Now I know there's nothing
I want but you, only you..

And the future that
we'll make together.

Anthony...
- Yes, mother?

You won't have to go to Havana to find
your father, he's come back. This is he.

My son.

And then what?
- He took the child in his arms.

Was I right De Bourrienne?
- As usual. - That is all, you may go.

A child in his arms.

Do you want him arrested?
- For being in love? Don't be a fool.

We can order him out of
France. - No, that's wrong.

He must leave of
his own accord.

Tony, congratulations.

What for? - Bonaparte agreed to our
scheme. - On the Mexican gold? - Yes.

I've never seen
him more amiable.

And whom do you think he's
chosen to go to America?

How would I know?
- You, Tony.

None other than you,
Anthony Adverse. - Me?

Provided you're willing, of course.
Sit down, let's talk it over.

The gold will be smuggled into
New Orleans where you will receive it...

and arrange for its
transfer to Philadelphia.

From there it can be shipped
on a neutral boat direct to France.

It's our only chance to get hold of it
Tony, failure means bankruptcy.

For you as well as for us.

You, you don't seem
to relish the idea.

Yesterday I should've
welcomed it, now...

Decisions of this sort take time,
naturally. On the other hand...

we can't hardly disguise the fact that
is a matter of the gravest importance...

for all concerned.
- I understand.

I'll give you my
answer within 48 hours.

Don't worry, Vin.

It's your, now.

I want you to keep it always.

Goodnight mother.
- Goodnight darling.

You've won him completely.

Angela...

Have I won you?
That's the question.

Anthony, you must go to
America regardless of me.

I couldn't.
Not even to save Vincent.

But you're own money
is at stake as well as his.

Some day it should go to our son,

you wouldn't want him
to be poor as we were.

You're my wife Angela.

I can't understand you
not wanting to come with me.

You're hiding something,
what is it? - I had my career.

You told me once, you
didn't want a career

unless you could
be a great singer.

Truly great.
- Yes, I remember.

After all, what is it
mean to be great?

Look at Mademoiselle
Georges and Bonaparte,

everyone knows how
she managed to succeed.

Is that what they're saying?
- You don't envy her, do you?

No.

I don't envy her.
- Why won't you come with me?

Why?
- Oh, my darling.

My sweet.

You're all the world to me.

You're everything I ever
wanted. I know that now.

Don't say any more Anthony,
please don't say any more.

I didn't mean to make a scene.

I must be nervous.
I always am when I'm going to sing.

Sing? Where?

Tomorrow night.

At the Opera.
- Here, in Paris?

Yes.
- It's wonderful.

Did you think I'd mind?
I'll be there to hear you.

Oh, I'll be so proud.

Oh Anthony. Oh, my
husband, hold me close.

PARIS OPERA
PREMIERE

THE DUCHES OF FERRARA
BY
FRANCHETTI

Have you heard the rumor
about the necklace?

Necklace? - That is the one
Josephine is been begging for.

They say Bonaparte is given
it to Mademoiselle Georges.

No, he wouldn't dare.
- Will she wear it, you think?

No woman could resist
a triumph like that.

Good evening Ouvrard, greetings.

How do you do?

This is quite a surprise Don Luis.

I didn't expect to see you in Paris.
- Nor I to see you Monsieur.

Allow me to present my wife.

Madame la Marquise Da Vincitata.

Life is strange,
is it not monsieur?

Incredibly.

Can't find Angela's name?
Is it on the program?

Shh. Mademoiselle Georges
is about to appear.

That's her voice.
- Shhh.

That's Angela. - Quiet,
it's mademoiselle Georges.

That girl used to
wash my clothes.

I remember.

Ain't she marvelous?
- The necklace, you see it?

Goodbye Anthony.

Goodbye.

Dearest Anthony.

You are far better
fitted than I to take care...

of our son.

I send him to you...

with all the love in my heart.

I know he will be happy.

Forgive me...

for not seeing you again.

Angela.

Mother said expect that I'm to
go away with you on a big ship..

Your mother said that?
- She did, honestly.

Are you sure
you didn't ask her?

All I said was, why
don't you come too?

And she said, well, she
would make it some other time.

But that you had to go and it seems a
shame not to have someone to go with you.

So I said, alright, I'll go.

Did you mean it?

Do you really want to go?

Oh, Father.

Set tight all tacks and braces.

Well, we are off,
off to America.

Ever been there?
- No, no never.

Lots of people going nowadays.
And they ain't coming back either.

Looks as though they'll
have a big country over there.

Peace of mind,
that's all they're looking for.

A chance to lead lives
of their own making.

Great place for youngsters too,
they grow up big and strong.

You'll like it Master Adverse.

Adverse? Is... is that my name?

Yes.

It's a new name son.
Three people made it.

Father Xavier gave it a mind...

Father François, a soul...

And your mother, a heart.

We must never
forget them Anthony.

Anthony Adverse?
- Yes.

Anthony Adverse.