All language subtitles for Persuasion.1971.E01

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Man: "Elliot of Kellynch hall.

Walter Elliot,
born march the first, 1760,

married July the 15th, 1784,

Elizabeth, daughter
of James Stevenson, esq.

Of South park
in the county of gloucester;

by which lady,

who died
march the 20th, 1800,
he had issue--

Elizabeth, born
June the first, 1784."

I really think we should get

some of those
new China roses,
Penelope, don't you?

What a good idea, miss Elliot.

Man's voice:
"Anne, born August
the ninth, 1787--"

surely, there must be
some way we can

cut down the expenses,
lady Russell?

"A stillborn son,

November the fifth, 1789;

Mary, born
November the 20th, 1791,

married December the 16th, 1810

Charles, son and heir
of Charles Musgrove, esq.

Of Uppercross
in the county of somerset."

Mary, there you are.
I'll just walk through the fields

to see if there are
any pheasants about.

And leave me here all alone?

"Principle seat, Kellynch hall
in the county of somerset

heir presumptive
William Walter Elliot, esq.,

great-grandson
of the second sir Walter--"

lady Russell: Well, now that Mrs.
Elliot is dead,

perhaps Mr.
Elliot's conduct will improve, Walter.

How can it?
He's a man who's spoken slightingly

of his own blood
and future honors.

All the same, he is your heir.

He never
even consulted me
before he married her!

He was always
a very unsteady
man, father.

Well, she gave him no children.
We can be thankful for that.

And his inheritance
is still a good way off.

I must say, I hope
the estate will be

in a better condition then
than it is now.

Quite, lady Russell.

- Shepherd gave me the figures.
- Oh, did he?

Anne and I have
drawn up a scheme
for cutting back

your expenses and retrenching.
Here it is.

Retrench?

Can we retrench?

Does it occur to you, Elizabeth,

there's any way
in which we can
retrench?

- Father, I've done all I can.
- Miss Elliot, I know you have.

I've cut off all
unnecessary charities,

I haven't refurnished
the drawing room--

I don't see what else I can do
without compromising
our dignity.

Nor do I.
We are ill-used.
We are very unfortunate.

- I've mortgaged all I can,
I won't sell--
- of course not.

The estate will be
passed on whole and
entire as I received it.

You can be clear in seven years

if you will do
what Anne and I
suggest.

Shepherd:
I beg leave to recommend
lady Russell's regulations.

Anne:
It's our duty
to clear our debts
as soon as possible.

There can be
no dignity in
anything else.

You will be doing what a number

of first families
have done-- or ought
to do.

Your feelings as a gentleman

and as the head of the house
are important, of course,

but your reputation
as an honest man is
more important still.

But this is unendurable!

Every comfort of life
knocked off!

Journeys, London,
servants, horses, table--

contractions and
restrictions everywhere.

- Anne: Father, it's no use--
- to live without the decencies
of a private gentleman.

I'd sooner quit
Kellynch hall at once.

Sir Walter,
since the idea of leaving
has been started

in the very quarter
which ought to dictate,
I have no scruple

in confessing
my judgment to be
entirely on that side.

What, Shepherd? What's that?

I am perfectly persuaded

that nothing can be done
without a change of abode.

- What?
- Leave Kellynch?

Lady Russell:
It is certainly something
that you should consider.

- Leave Kellynch?
- My father believes it might be wiser.

It does not appear
that sir Walter

can alter his style of living

in a house which
has such a character
of hospitality

and ancient
dignity to support
as Kellynch hall.

There is no need to go on
supporting it, surely.

In any other place
sir Walter may judge
for himself.

I cannot
understand
your meaning.

I think he means
we could live more cheaply
somewhere else.

Very true, miss Anne. Very true.

- Oh.
- In any other place

sir Walter may be
looked up to as one
who sets the style,

however he may choose
to model his household.

Yes-- yes, I see what you mean.

But where would we go?

Oh, you mean London, of course!

Oh yes, well, London.

I do quite like
the idea of London.

I believe bath
is to be preferred,
sir Walter.

Oh no-- London or nowhere.

Couldn't we take
a smaller house
near here?

Then we could still
be close to Mary
and lady Russell.

We could still
sometimes see
the grounds here.

A smaller house? Here?
It's unthinkable.

Of course, father.

But bath is only 50 Miles away.

It would be very convenient.

Very-- especially
for your friends.

I should be
able to see you
every winter.

Bath is a very
safe place for a gentleman
in sir Walter's predicament.

What, Shepherd?

Sir Walter may be
of great consequence there

at comparatively little expense.

Sir Walter Elliot of Kellynch

is of great consequence
wherever he goes,

and at whatever expense.

If he does go...

If he chooses to go.

I do wish we weren't
going to bath.

I think it's a very
sensible decision.

It's sensible, yes.

But I don't like bath.
It doesn't agree with me.

You think that
because you were sent
to school there

after your mother died.

I wish we were
staying near here.

You could never have
asked your father
to do that.

And I think you would have
found it more mortifying
than you'd imagine.

It has been decided
against me, as usual.

I shall miss Kellynch
and the country.

My dear, you shall spend
every summer here with me.

A change would do you good.
You've not been away from home enough.

- Your spirits are low.
- They are high enough.

I think a larger society
will improve them.

You should know
more people, Anne.

Your mother would have
wanted it.

If she had still
been alive, we would not
be going to bath at all.

She always managed
to keep my father
within his income.

She was a very sensible woman.

I loved her so much.

I know you did.

I don't know what would have
become of us

after she died
if you had not been here.

Well, you are
my own dear goddaughter,

and a very good one, Anne.

What? Let Kellynch?

Kellynch in the hands
of other people?

The purpose
of your move to bath
has always been to recoup--

- Kellynch let?
- - There will be no need to advertise your intentions.

- Advertise?
- Advertise, Shepherd?

Blaze my degradation
to the whole world?

I was about to observe
advertisement will not
be necessary.

I forbid you to drop
the slightest hint

of my having
any intentions
of letting my house.

Very good, sir Walter.

But father, Shepherd is right.

We must find a tenant.

( Angry huff )

If some most
unexceptionable
applicant

were spontaneously to solicit

my letting my house,

as a great favor
and entirely
on my own terms,

it is possible-- possible--

- that I might consider doing so.
- Yes, father.

You understand,
that Kellynch is not
to be offered about?

It was very far
from my intention

to wish to suggest
anything of the kind.

- It is not to be thought of.
- Of course not.

No.

- I was wondering, sir Walter--
- I leave it to you, Shepherd.

But not a word,
not a whisper of
this must get out.

The matter must
not be breathed
beyond this circle.

It must all remain
a profound secret.

Do you think Mr.
Shepherd is the right man for this business?

Oh, yes. He is quite sensible.

And his daughter, Mrs. Clay?

I believe she's
been to stay with
your sister again.

Yes, she has.

I wish Elizabeth had
some of your judgment.

I never have succeeded
in persuading her

to do something
she does not want to do.

She does know
what she wants,
that's true.

For instance,
I always thought it
most unjust

that she goes
to London every spring
and you never do.

- But I've never wanted to.
- She will not listen to me.

I do not like this fancy of hers for Mrs.
Clay at all.

Mrs. Clay
is a very clever woman.

She knows how to please.

I have hinted at
everything I can,
but it does no good.

The friendship is
quite out of place.

The daughter
of your father's agent--!

Like other young ladies,

she is considerably
genteeler than her parents.

But she is still not
a suitable companion
for Elizabeth.

I should like to see
their intimacy broken off.

It won't be,
I'm afraid.
Mrs. Clay

is giving us even
more of her company
than she used to.

More than I care for,
to tell you the truth.

Elizabeth will go her own way.

It's an unfortunate
friendship and
an affront to you.

Giving her confidence
to a woman like that.

She amuses me
with her affectation
and her elegance.

She is all
superlatives
and rapture.

- Worse and worse.
- I don't mind for myself.

But I am afraid for my father.

Mrs. Clay has freckles,
as he frequently points out,

but she's young
and good-looking.

And unscrupulous, I dare say.

I'm very glad
you are going
to bath.

Elizabeth can hardly have Mrs.
Clay to stay with her there.

Miss Elliot,
I am quite overcome.

I do not know what to say.
Your kindness--

what, Penelope?

Father, miss Elliot
has invited me to go
to bath with her.

Sir Walter:
Capital idea,
Elizabeth!

I need someone
to help me
when we arrive.

Of course you will, my dear.

Sir Walter, I do not know

how to express my gratitude.

Yes, Penelope, yes...

We shall
have to find
a tenant first.

Eh? What?

I take leave to observe
the present juncture
is in our favor.

- About time something was.
- Indeed it is.

This new peace
will be turning rich
Navy officers ashore,

eager to spend
their prize money.

Many a noble
fortune has been
made in the war.

It could not
be a better time
for having a choice

of very responsible tenants.

If a rich
admiral were
to come our way--

he'd be a very
lucky man, that's
all I have to say.

Kellynch hall would be a prize, indeed.
Greater than he ever took,

however many
French ships he'd
borne in, eh, Shepherd?

( Penelope laughs )
Oh, sir Walter.

Shepherd:
I presume to observe
that I have

a little knowledge
of gentlemen of the Navy.

I am free
to confess they have
very liberal notions.

However liberal their notions,
there could be very
few of them

who wouldn't be surprised
to find themselves in
a house like this.

They would look round
them and bless their
good fortune.

But I do agree with my father.

A sailor
would be a most
desirable tenant.

Possibly, possibly.

Elizabeth: I do believe that Mr.
Shepherd

must have
a particular
tenant in mind.

Is this true, Shepard?

Well sir... I did
happen to fall in with--

"fall in"? Into what ocean?

( Laughter )

It was at the quarter
sessions in Taunton.

He is a native of somerset.

And I presume to observe,

one who has
acquired a very
handsome fortune.

- Sir Walter: Has he, indeed?
- What is this officer's name?

He is called admiral croft.

- Sir Walter: Who?
- Admiral croft.

He was in Taunton
to look at advertised places
in the neighborhood,

but none suited him,
and accidentally hearing--

eh? What's that, Shepherd?

It proved impossible
for sir Walter Elliot's
concerns

to be kept entirely secret.

Yes, yes-- what happened then?

Understanding
my connection
with Kellynch,

the admiral introduced himself

- in order to make particular inquiries.
- What was their result?

We had a pretty long conference,

and he expressed
as strong an inclination
for the place

as a man who knew it
only by description
could feel.

- Elizabeth: Indeed.
- - Penelope: He sounds eligible and responsible.

- Sir Walter: But who is he?
- I can answer for his being

of a gentleman's family.
From near milverton.

He's a rear admiral.

He was at trafalgar.

He's been in
the east indies since.

Oh, the east indies...

He's been stationed
there several years,
I believe.

Then I
take it for granted
his face is as orange

as the cuffs
and capes of my livery.

Shepherd: He is a hale, hearty,

well-looking man, I assure you.

A little
weatherbeaten,
but not much.

He is quite the gentleman,

not likely
to make the smallest
difficulty about terms.

He only wants a comfortable home

and to get into it
as soon as possible.

I am glad to hear it.

I am not disposed
to favor a tenant.

The park will be open
to him, of course.

There can be
very few Navy officers

or men of any
description who could
have had such a range.

Indeed not, sir Walter.

Whereas the gardens...

I am not fond
of the idea of my
shrubberies

being always approachable.

And I would recommend
miss Elliot to be
on her guard

with respect to her
flower garden.

I am very little disposed

to grant
any tenant any
extraordinary favor.

In these cases,
if I may presume
to say so,

there are established usages.

Depend on me,
no tenant shall have

more than his just rights.

- His "just rights"?
- Does the admiral have a family?

He is married,
but without children,

the very state to be wished for.

A lady without family
is the very best preserver
of furniture in the world.

Yes. Did you meet Mrs. croft?

I did. A very well-spoken,

genteel, shrewd lady
she seemed to be.

She asked
more questions
about the house

and terms and taxes
than the admiral
himself.

Furthermore,
she is not quite
unconnected

with this part
of the country either.

I've never heard of him.
Who is she?

She is sister
to a gentleman who
lived amongst us once.

She told me so herself.
Sister to the gentleman

who lived
a few years back
at Monkford--

bless me, what was his name?

I've heard it recently,
Penelope, can you help me?

What was the name
of the gentleman
who lived at Monkford?

He was one of Mrs.
croft's brothers, there were two of them.

Penelope: Mrs. croft's brothers?

You mean Mr. Wentworth,
I suppose?

Of course.
Wentworth is the very name.

He was curate
for two or three
years at Monkford.

Some time back, came about the year five.
Wentworth!

Oh, aye!
Mr. Wentworth,
the curate of Monkford.

You misled me
by talking of gentlemen.

I thought you meant
some man of property.

Mr. Wentworth is a nobody.
Quite unconnected.

Nothing to do with
the Strafford family.

One wonders
how names of nobility
become so common.

Indeed, indeed.

The admiral would be
unexceptionable.

Wife, no children,
handsome fortune.

May I take leave to wait
upon him and pursue
the matter?

Do you have
any objections,
Elizabeth?

No, father.
The sooner we find a tenant,

the sooner we may move to bath

- and the happier I shall be, won't you?
- Penelope: You know how much.

Sir Walter:
I leave it to you to arrange
a day for Kellynch to be seen.

Very good, sir Walter.

It will be
a distressing one
for us all.

Admiral croft. Hmm.

"I've let my house
to admiral croft."

"Admiral croft is my tenant."

Certainly better
than a mere mister.

Well, they have been
and everything is settled.

My father says admiral croft
is one of the best-looking
sailors he's ever met.

- Not too brown or weatherbeaten?
- Not at all.

He says that if only his own man

could arrange
the admiral's hair,

he wouldn't be
ashamed of being seen
with him anywhere.

Well, I am delighted,
my darling.

Now you will
all be off to bath
in September.

My father and Elizabeth will.

I am going to stay
with Mary at Uppercross.

- Oh? Why?
- Because Mary
requires me to go.

She can't possibly
do without me, she says.

I am glad that somebody
thinks me useful.

Elizabeth
says that nobody
will want me in bath.

Not when she has Mrs. Clay.

- Exactly!
- I wonder at it, Anne.
I wonder at it very much.

It doesn't surprise me,
I'm afraid.

Can not Elizabeth
see the danger?

I have tried to warn her,
but all I do is offend her.

Can't your father
see the danger?

No. And that is
what the danger is.

Elizabeth will go her own way.

I am pleased
that I am being
left behind anyway.

I was dreading September
in all the white glare
of bath.

Yes, hot weather does keep one

in a continual state
of inelegance.

I love the sweet sad

autumnal months in the country.

After you've been to Mary,

you must come to me.
We can go to bath together.

- That is a kind thought.
- No, it's selfish.

I shall not be able to bear
Kellynch without you,
not at first.

It will be very melancholy here.

Not at all.
The crofts are such agreeable people,

you will like them so much.
Of course...

You know who
Mrs. croft's brother is?

I do not think so. Who?

Captain Frederick Wentworth.

Oh.

My dear, that was
a long time ago now.

Seven years.

But I have never
met anyone who could
compare with him.

You've hardly ever left Kellynch.
That is why.

You should have
married Charles
Musgrove.

I told you so at the time.

You mustn't tell me so again now.
He's married Mary.

You would have
been more suited
to him than Mary.

I never even thought of it.

Thousands of women
have made your mistake.

Captain Wentworth was
the first young man

to fall in love with you.
That was his charm.

It had nothing to do with charm.

Not that I blame him.
You were very attractive.

Was I?

I am afraid I can't
depend on ever blooming
like that again now.

Of course you can.
You are still very pretty.

- Oh no.
- Nonsense.

And I still believe
you were quite right

to break off the engagement.

You were very young,
he had no fortune
or prospects,

you father disapproved--
you were absolutely right.

I wouldn't have broken it off

if you hadn't persuaded me.

My father didn't
actually refuse
his permission.

It was fortunate
he did not have to.

He would have
done nothing for you.

- It wouldn't have mattered.
- My dear, you had no mother.

I could not
see you snatched away

by a stranger
without family
or fortune.

He had no connections even!

He didn't need them,
he had ability.

Oh, Anne, you would have
been sunk in weariness,
and anxiety--

you would have lost your youth.

- Well, I have lost it.
- Of course you have not.

By not starting
a family so young,

you have kept
your health, your figure,
and your good looks.

You were right to be persuaded.

I might have
been happier if I
hadn't been.

None of the things
you imagined would
have happened,

captain Wentworth
has been very successful.

There was no real risk.

Anne, if you had not
seen the dangers

of the engagement,
you would not have
broken it off.

I only broke it off
because I thought

that I might be
a handicap to him.

That I might hold him
back in his career.

He couldn't understand
what I meant.

I can hardly
understand it myself now.

But I could never
have given him up

if I hadn't thought
I was doing it
for his sake.

My dear,
you could never
have given him up

if you hadn't realized
you were not really
in love with him.

No, it was
because I loved him
that I could give him up.

You thought so, of course.

But you were not really in love.

You never have
really been in love.

I think I have.

You will see
what I mean once
you are in bath.

You will find
some man who will
love you so much

that you have to love him back.

Then you will know what love is.

That is not at all
how I imagine
my life in bath.

I am sure
you will find
someone and be happy.

I cannot wish
the past were different.

Well, I can. I do.

Don't think that I blame you.

I don't even blame myself.

But if someone
in the same situation

came to me for advice,

that is not the advice
I would give.

I only did what
I felt your mother
would have done.

I know you did.

You should not go on thinking

about what happened so long ago.

Yes, it is a long time--
seven years.

You know...

Captain Wentworth
has never married either.

This is a sad day, Shepherd.

Elliot is leaving Kellynch

and does not
know when he
may return.

I imagine
the tenantry
will notice it.

No doubt the
cottagers will be
at their doors,

waiting to see me drive by.

For some of them
it may be for
the last time.

They feel it
I assure you, they
feel it most strongly.

I thought as much.

They will not feel the same
when admiral croft
leaves Kellynch.

Indeed not, sir.
He is only a tenant.
Your tenant.

He is a remarkably
fortunate gentleman.

And not ill-looking,
for a sailor...

Though he is old.

Everyone I know
seems to be growing old.

Anne's haggard,
Mary coarse, every face
in the neighborhood worsting.

The way the crow's foot
increases so rapidly

about lady Russell's
temples is a great
distress to me.

Only Elizabeth
seems to bloom as ever

amidst the wreckage
of everyone else.

Sir Walter,
miss Elliot
blooms indeed.

But we must not say
"everyone else,"
must we, father?

Hm...? Indeed not.

Well, perhaps not.

Perhaps not everyone.

There you all are.
Have you finished your farewells?

Yes, thank you.
I hope we haven't delayed you,

there was no need.

We must be off.
The cottagers are waiting.

Come, Penelope.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Goodbye, goodbye...

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

- Goodbye, lady Russell.
- Goodbye, Walter.

Take time about finding a house.

- Yes.
- Anne: Goodbye, father.

- I hope you'll find
somewhere comfortable.
- Thank you. Goodbye.

Come along, Penelope. Shepherd,

I shall sit outside
going through
the village.

I don't want
to disappoint
the tenantry.

Of course not.
Very well thought of.

( Voices overlapping )

- Shepherd: Goodbye.
- Lady Russell: Goodbye, Walter.

( Sighs )
Now that we've got
them off,

we can take you to Mary's.

Goodbye, lady Russell,
and thank you.

Goodbye, my dear.

So you've come at last?

I was beginning to think
I'd never see you.

Anne, I'm so ill,
I can hardly speak.

I haven't
seen a creature
the whole morning.

Mary, I am sorry.
You seemed so well when you wrote.

I made the best of it,
as I always do.

But I was very far
from well at the time.

I don't think I ever
have been so ill as
I am this morning.

- Oh dear me.
- Certainly not well enough to be left alone.

What if I was
suddenly seized
in some dreadful way

and not able to ring the bell?

So lady Russell
wouldn't get out?

I don't think she has
been in this house
three times all summer.

She sent you her love, Mary.

- Where's Charles?
- Out shooting, as usual.

I haven't
seen him since
7:00 this morning.

He would go,
though I told him
how ill I was.

He said
he wouldn't be long--
it is almost one, look.

He must have had
good sport, then.

Anne!
I do believe that if Charles were to see me dying,

he wouldn't believe
there was anything
the matter with me.

You might try
and persuade him
while you are here

that I am very ill.
Much worse than I admit.

I assure you,

I haven't
seen a soul
this whole morning.

Haven't you had
your little boys
with you?

Only as long
as I could bear
their noise.

You will soon be better now.
I always cure you.

How are your neighbors
at the great house?

I can't tell you,
I haven't seen one of them
this morning,

except Mr. Musgrove.

He only spoke at the window,
without getting off
his horse.

I told him how ill I was,
but none of them has been
to see me.

The miss Musgroves
never put themselves
out of their way.

It's early yet,
they may be here
at any moment.

I don't want them, I assure you.

They laugh and talk
much too much for me.

Oh, Anne, I am so very unwell.

It was most
unkind of you not
to come on Thursday.

But Mary, you wrote
and said you were
in no hurry for me.

Oh, well...

But you haven't
asked me one word

about our dinner
at the Pooles'
yesterday.

But did you go?

I thought
you were being
too ill for a party.

Yes, I went.
I was very well yesterday.

There was nothing
at all the matter
until this morning.

It would have
been very odd
if I hadn't gone.

I hope you enjoyed yourself.

It was nothing remarkable.

One always
knows beforehand
what the dinner will be

and who will be there.

So uncomfortable,
not having a carriage
of our own.

Mr. amd Mrs. Musgrove
took me, and it was
so crowded.

They're both so very large,

and they take up so much room.

And Mr. Musgrove
always sits forward.

So I was crowded
into the back seat

with henrietta and Louisa.

I think
I'm ill today
because of it.

I am looking
forward to seeing all
the Musgroves again.

You won't call on them
until they have been
to see you?

I wouldn't dream of
standing upon ceremony
with the Musgroves.

But they ought to call on you.

They ought to do
what is due to you
as my sister.

You know, Mrs.
Musgrove often fails to give me my due precedence

when we dine at the great house.

I am sure it is only
because she thinks of you
as one of the family.

I don't see why
I should be considered

so much at home
as to lose my place, Anne.

- Mary: Charles, what a lovely white horse.
- Can you see?

Why don't you go
and have a closer look?

And take little Walter with you.
Take him by the hand.

What a very pretty bonnet...

I'm so glad you've come, Anne.
Mary looks better already.

Well, I am good
for her, Charles.

I wish you could
persuade her not to be
imagining herself ill.

- I'll try.
- There is never anything the matter with her.

( Boys screaming )

The boys are so ill-behaved.

I could manage them
perfectly well if Mary
wouldn't keep interfering.

Anne: Well, I dare say--

excuse me,
I'd better have
a word with Charles.

( Screaming continues )

Go on, Walter, after it. Go on!

You can run faster than that.
Just go on.

They are so unmanageable,
they do me more harm
than good.

Little Charles doesn't
listen to a word I say

and Walter is getting
quite as bad.

But Charles spoils them so.

Can't get them
under any sort
of control.

- Anne: Does he?
- Oh, yes.

You know,
I hate bringing them here.

But Mrs. Musgrove is always
wanting to see them.

But why, Mary?
She is their grandmother.

She will indulge them so,

and give them so much trash
and sweet things.

They come back sick and cross
for the rest of the day.

It is only because
she is so fond of them,
I expect.

( Sighs ) Oh, Anne...

- ( Wailing )
- Charles!

What are you doing? Come along.

( Boys wail )

Mary:
I'm afraid it's no more
than I expected.

( Wailing continues )

( Softly )
Miss Anne, I cannot
help wishing

Mrs.
Charles had a little of your method with those children.

They are
quite different
creatures with you.

I am their aunt.
Children always behave better with aunts.

But in general,
they are so spoiled.

They are as fine,
healthy creatures
as ever were seen,

poor little dears.
And without partiality,

but Mrs.
Charles has no more idea how to treat them--

oh bless me,
how troublesome they are.

But they are still very young, Mrs.
Musgrove.

Yes, but I assure you,
it prevents my wishing
to see them

at this house as often
as I otherwise should.

I believe Mrs. Charles
is not quite pleased

with my not
inviting them oftener.

She has not said that to me.

It is very bad
to have children that one
is always having to check.

"Don't do this"
and "don't do that"--

one can only keep them
in tolerable order

by giving them more cake
than is good for them.

So, miss Anne,
sir Walter and your sister
are gone to bath?

Have you any idea
where they'll settle?

They're going to look about before they decide, Mr.
Musgrove.

Very wise.
Well, here we are at michelmas again.

Yes, Mr. Musgrove, so we are.

Isn't it today
the crofts were
coming to Kellynch?

- Yes, it is.
- Mary: Anne, I had quite forgotten.

I am
so glad I didn't
remember before.

Makes me feel
very sad and alone.

Oh, Mary--!

Anne, come and play
and cheer us up.

Why don't you play, Louisa?
You're so good.

But I want to dance, father.

- You will come and play?
- Yes, of course I will.

Louisa: There, play that.

( Music begins )

( Girls laugh )

Mr.
Musgrove well done, miss Anne, well done.

Lord bless me!
How those little fingers of yours do fly around.

Mr. Musgrove: Yes, well done!

It was
very good of you
to call on us

so soon after our arrival, Mrs.
Musgrove.

It must have been
very agitating,

finding strangers
in your old home.

I was very upset,
of course, admiral croft.

Thinking about it
made me quite ill.

You should have followed

your sister's example
and stayed at home.

It is nothing
to her compared
to what it was to me.

The only reason she didn't come

was that there
wasn't enough room
in the carriage.

I thought,
perhaps-- as she
had never left home,

and you, of course
had to come here--

oh, no.
She doesn't suffer half as much as I do, I assure you.

She has a very strong
constitution,

but I am almost
always rather ill.

I am so sorry we missed Mr.
Musgrove this morning.

He spends his whole time
shooting, I'm afraid.

I see.

I hope
you are settling in
happily at Kellynch?

We are, very happily.

Must have been very hard for you

to give up that beautiful house.

Everything about it
must be so precious
to you.

- Yes, it is.
- You needn't be afraid that we alter anything.

But you must make
all the changes
you want.

There won't be many,
I assure you.

You need not fear
to come with your
sister

- the next time she calls on us.
- I only didn't come

because there was
no room for me in
the carriage.

Although I must admit...
I wasn't altogether sorry.

Of course.
I understand it perfectly.

You beloved home made over to strangers...
Can't be easy.

No, it isn't.
But I am glad it is you who have taken it.

How very kind.

Of course
the admiral and I
have had many homes.

We're quite used
to giving them up.

I suppose
that is inevitable
with the Navy.

Yes, it is.

Though the Navy has
its douceur, to make up
for its privations.

- Anne: Yes, I know.
- It's a good life.

By the by,
your sister
was telling me

it's you who knew
my brother when he
was living here.

Yes, it was.

Perhaps you haven't
heard that he is
married now.

- No, I haven't.
- Yes, to a shropshire girl.

He went to shropshire
after he was curate
at Monkford.

He's got a very good parish now.

Has he?
I'm delighted to hear it.

So are we.
You know Mrs. croft
has another brother?

It's time he married
and settled down, too.

We're hoping
he'll be here to
stay with us soon.

I dare say you know him by name, Mrs.
Musgrove-- captain Wentworth.

Mrs. croft:
Now that the war's over,
we are hoping he can come
for a long visit.

He'd better spend
this war's prize money
before the next war starts.

Do you remember
Mr. Wentworth, Anne?

I don't think
I knew him or
his brother.

I knew them both
slightly, while you
were still at school.

- It must be some years ago now.
- Seven...

I believe it was.

It was
while we were in
the bermudas, Sophie.

I hope we shall have the pleasure of meeting your brother, Mrs.
croft.

There are so few
distinguished families
in this neighborhood.

Does he like shooting?

Yes, he likes to take out
a gun, I think.

Then he must come
and shoot with Charles.

Mrs. croft: How very kind.

Goodbye.
Thank you so much for calling.

- Mrs. croft: Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Mrs. Musgrove.

Come on, boy. Away we go.

Come on, come on.

A few weeks...

And he may be walking here.

Well Anne, what
does lady Russell
have to say?

Nothing very much.
Except that she is enjoying herself.

She sends you her love.

I do think she is odd,
going away for two months,

just as the crofts
come to Kellynch.

Anne: Do you?
I understand, I think.

So do I.
She feels your father's humiliation.

- Charles!
- Call it what you like,

but I think
sir Walter thinks
it's humiliating

to have to let Kellynch
and go to bath.

Of course he doesn't, Charles.

Oh, Louisa.
I hope you haven't come to tell us

the others aren't coming.
That would be too bad.

No, I've come ahead
to make more room
in the carriage.

Mama wanted to bring the harp.

The harp?
Isn't our pianoforte good enough for her?

Papa and mama
are in very low spirits
this evening,

- especially mama.
- Charles: Oh dear. Why?

She's been thinking
about poor Richard.

I see.
You knew my brother dick, didn't you?

Of course she did.
But I don't see what he has to do with the harp.

We all thought it would be best.

It seems to
amuse mama more
than the pianoforte.

But why has she
started thinking
about dick?

Well...

Admiral and Mrs. croft
happened to mention

that her brother,
captain Wentworth,

has returned to england.
Or paid off, or something.

Anyway,
he's coming to visit
them almost at once.

Louisa,
I still fail to see
any connection with dick.

Well, unluckily...

It came into mama's head
after the crofts had gone,

that "Wentworth"--
or something very like it

was the name
of poor Richard's
captain at one time.

I do believe it was.

I don't know when or where,

but a long time
before he died, poor fellow.

And so mama got out
his letters and things,
to look them over

and found that it was Wentworth.

And now she is
perfectly sure that
this must be the same man,

and her head is full
of nothing but him
and poor Richard.

Your poor mother.

Dick only wrote
two proper letters all
the time he was in the Navy

and I do believe it was
a captain Wentworth

who made him write them.

What ship was dick midshipman on, Louisa?
Do you remember?

- Louisa: It was the "Laconia."
- That's right, the "Laconia."

Mrs.
croft's brother did command the "Laconia" for a while.

Then it must be.

He must have been
a remarkable captain,

if he got dick to write
proper letters.

Usually he only
wrote home for money.

- Charles: Mary!
- ( Carriage wheels rattle )

Come on, my dear.

( Weeping ) Thank you.

Mr.
Musgrove: Have a care, George, have a care.

Never you mind, sir,
leave it to me.

( Rattling )

Henrietta: Are you sure?

George: Leave it to me, miss.

( Weeping continues )

Come in, come in.

It was good of you
to come, mother.

Your poor brother...

Come along, mama.

Go along in, father.
I'll give George a hand with the harp.

That would
be very good
of you, Charles.

Henrietta:
Mama, come in
and sit down.

You will soon feel much better.

Good evening, Mrs. Musgrove,

henrietta:
That's right, mama,
sit by Anne.

- How are you, Mrs. Musgrove?
- Thank you. I am not too well.

- I am a little low.
- I am so sorry, Louisa has been telling us.

Poor Richard.

I'm afraid, Mary,
we're not in very
good spirits.

Just two years ago,
just two years.

Where do you want it, Mary?

Anywhere you choose.

- If the evening
must be given up to it--
- here, George.

Not there, in everyone's way.

- Where then?
- Over there.

( Sighs )

- Thank you, George.
- That's all right, sir.

Mama, Anne says that Mrs.
croft's brother

- was once captain of the "Laconia.
" - Then it must be he.

I thought
it might turn out
to be the same one.

After all,
there can't be so very
many "captain wentworths."

You know, miss Anne,
we met him once or twice

when we came back from Clifton.
Was it seven years ago?

Henrietta:
How did you know
that captain Wentworth

was captain of the "Laconia"?

It is all
in the Navy list,
henrietta.

Oh-- do we have
a Navy list, papa?

No, dear,
I don't believe we have.

Then we must get one at once.

We can't have captain
Wentworth thinking
we are ignorant.

( Chuckles )

Poor Richard.
He was on the "Laconia" for six months, miss Anne,

and spoke so well
of his captain.

I was reading
over his letters
this afternoon.

( Voice quavering )
He called him "a fine,
dashing fellow,"

but said he was "too particular"

about making him go
to the schoolmaster.

Only Richard spelled
"too" t-w-o.

He was never a good scholar.

( Softly )
He was never
good at anything.

Don't distress yourself, mother.

Play something, henrietta.

( Music plays softly )

Oh, what pretty music.

Well played, henrietta.
Well played.

I had quite forgotten
about captain Wentworth

until Mrs.
croft mentioned him this afternoon.

Her other brother
was curate of Monkford.

Do you remember either of them?

I knew them both slightly.

It will be a change

to have so many
Navy officers
in the district.

Well, Louisa, there will be two.

Two more than before!

I wonder what age
captain Wentworth is.

Mary: Quite old, I expect.
He's a captain.

- I believe he is 31.
- Well-- quite.

How clever
henrietta is
to play so well.

I wonder if
captain Wentworth
likes music.

I hope he likes dancing.

We must give a ball.

Henrietta,
I can hardly wait
for him to arrive.

( Faint hoofbeats clicking )

Whoa, boy. Whoa.

Welcome, my dear.

Admiral croft: Away you go.

I had forgotten
what a fine piece of country
this was.

You were very wise
to choose Kellynch, Sophie.

Now that you're
ashore, Frederick,

it's time
you found somewhere
and settled down.

Yes.
I wouldn't mind a house in the country.

And someone to
share it with him,
I dare say.

( Chuckles )

Here I am,
quite ready to make
a foolish match.

I shall marry
as soon as I am
properly tempted.

Perhaps one of
the miss Musgroves
may catch your eye.

Anybody between
15 and 30 may have me
for the asking.

A little beauty, a few smiles,

a few compliments
to the Navy, and I am
a lost man.

You must keep a cool head
about it, Frederick.

No, Sophie, I shall not.
I'm a sailor,

I've had
no society among women
to make me nice.

My heart may be caught
by any pleasing young woman
who comes my way.

Admiral croft:
Have you no special
requirements?

No features that
particularly recommend
themselves in a woman?

Oh, yes-- I want a strong mind

with sweetness of manner.

- Is that all?
- Mrs. croft:
It's not asking much!

No, but this is
the woman I want.

I shall of course
put up with something
a little inferior,

but it will not be much.

Admiral:
You are a fool,
Frederick.

If I'm a fool,
than I shall be
a fool indeed.

I have thought
about marriage,
more than most men.

Have you? And where
have you done it?

- On board ship?
- There and ashore.

I do not believe
he has thought
about it at all.

Neither do I.

But I have, you know.

I have.

"Poor Richard," indeed.
Young master Musgrove

was nothing
but a thickheaded,
unfeeling, unprofitable dick.

He was moved about from
ship to ship so much

because no captain
would keep him.

That may be true, but I expect

his mother loved him
all the same.

She does now, when
she misremembers him.

But he was a very
troublesome boy.

They sent him to sea
because he was so stupid

and unmanageable on land.

Mrs.
Musgrove has forgotten that, of course.

- She may still have been fond of him.
- Oh, Anne!

If it wasn't that dick
was Charles's brother,

I would've-- Charles,
where have you been?

Good lord, haven't you
finished breakfast yet?

Louisa and henrietta
will be here in a minute.

- Why?
- They're bringing captain Wentworth.

Mary:
Oh, of course,
your shooting party!

Here they come.
They didn't give us much time.

Quickly.
We can't receive captain Wentworth

here over the breakfast things.

I don't expect
Mary's finished
breakfast yet.

You are quite wrong.
She is in the drawing room.

I hope it isn't inconvenient.

Of course not. Come in.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Good morning,
captain Wentworth.
- Good morning, Mrs. Musgrove.

How very good of you to call.

I hope I am not
in the way at all.

Of course not.

I think you know my sister Anne?

Wentworth: A very charming house, Mrs.
Musgrove.

Charles:
It was a farm house.
My father did it over
when we were married.

Wentworth: Is that so?

Mary:
Do you like this new
style of architecture?

Very much, yes.
It's very light and pleasant.

Of course,
the great house
is more substantial.

I do wish papa
would modernize
our house.

I can't agree.
It would be a pity to alter

something so old and beautiful.

I think my father
was right to resist

my sisters' clamor
for modernization.

You always agree
with him, Charles.

Not always.

But why
are we talking
about architecture,

when we can be out shooting?
We must be on our way.

- Mary: Do wait a little longer, Charles.
- No, we must be off.

- Come on, come on.
- ( Sisters giggle )

- Mary: We'll see you again very soon.
- - Wentworth: Yes.

It is over. It is over.
The worst is over.

I have seen him again
after eight years.

It is almost a third
of my life...

And it seems little more
than nothing.

Isn't he charming, Anne?

Didn't I tell you
how delightful he is?

Yes, Mary, you did.

He is so courteous
and thoughtful.

I can hardly wait
for this evening.

Although he was
so attentive to me,

he wasn't very
gallant by you,
Anne.

No?
He seemed gallant enough to me.

Henrietta asked him
what he thought of you

and he said you were so altered,

he wouldn't have
known you again.

"Altered beyond his knowledge.
" I don't call that very gallant.

He has not altered.

I would have known him anywhere.

Or if he has changed,
it is only to his
advantage.

He seemed the same
Mr. Wentworth to me.

And a very agreeable one, too.

Oh yes, he is that. Certainly.

Louisa:
Do you mean there are
cooks on board ship?

- No, miss Louisa.
- But surely you must have some.

No food, no cooks
to dress it, no servants
to wait, nothing.

We do not even have knives and forks.
There is no need for them.

You are mocking us, I know it.

No, life is very hard.
We eat when we put into some port.

- But supposing-- - he is mocking us.
- Henrietta.

Not at all, I assure you.

When we go ashore,
we eat as much
as possible.

We never know
when we will have
the chance to eat again.

( Laughter )

Oh, miss Anne,
if it had pleased heaven
to spare my poor son,

I dare say he would
have been just like
captain Wentworth by now.

I dare say he would,
Mrs. Musgrove.

He was such
a promising lad,
and so good-natured.

Here we are, henrietta.

If captain Wentworth
won't be serious with us,

we can find out
ourselves what ships
he has commanded.

The first was the "asp," I remember.
Look up the "asp."

A... s...

You won't find her
in the Navy list.

- Louisa: What?
- She was worn out.
She's been broken up.

I was the last man
to command her.

- Oh...
- Why?

She was barely
fit for service
even when I had her.

Afterwards they said she was
good for home service
for a year,

- but that was all.
- Barely fit for service?

Yet you were put in command.
How is that?

- The admiralty...
- Amuse themselves now and again

by sending
a few hundred men to sea
in an unseaworthy ship.

- What?
- They have many men to find ships for.

Thousands of them
might as well go
to the bottom as not.

It is impossible for
the admiralty to distinguish
the few who might be missed.

( Scoffs )
What stuff these
young fellows talk!

Never was a better sloop
than the "asp" in her day.

But, admiral...

Captain Wentworth
says she was barely
fit for service.

Nonsense!

For an old built sloop
you would never see
her equal.

He was a lucky fellow
to get her.

Surely, if she was
barely fit for service--

he knows very well
there must have been
20 better men than he

applying for her
at the same time.

He was a lucky fellow
to get anything.

There, captain Wentworth...

I felt my luck,
admiral, I assure you.

I was as well-pleased
with my appointment
as you could wish.

That was the year six--

very anxious
at that time to be at sea.

Very anxious indeed.

I wanted to be doing something.

Admiral: To be sure.
What would a young fellow like you

do ashore for half
a year together?

If a man has no wife,
he soon wants to be
afloat again.

( Laughter )

But you must have been vexed,
captain Wentworth,

when you arrived on the "asp"

and found what an old thing
they'd given you.

She was a dear old "asp" to me.

She did what I wanted,
and I knew she would.

Henrietta: What was that?

Well, I knew
we should either
go to the bottom together

or she'd be the making of me.

- And she was?
- Oh yes...

I never had two days'
foul weather all the time
I was at sea with her.

And after taking enough
privateers for it to be
very entertaining,

I had the good luck
on my passage home
the next autumn

to fall in with
the very French frigate
I wanted.

- So you took her?
- Yes, brought her into Plymouth.

Here is another
instance of good luck--

we had not been
in the sound six hours,
when a Gale came up,

- ( Louisa gasps )
- Which lasted
four days and nights.

Would have done
for poor old asp
in half the time.

- How terrifying!
- Yes, 24 hours later

and I should have been
no more than "gallant
captain Wentworth"

in a small paragraph
in the corner
of a newspaper.

Nobody would have thought
much of me being lost
in a mere sloop.

And so then
I suppose he went away
to the "Laconia,"

and there he met
with my poor boy.

Charles, do tell
captain Wentworth

he need not be afraid
of mentioning poor dick
in front of me.

It would be
rather a pleasure
to hear him talked of

by such a good friend.

Henrietta:
Now the Laconia, Louisa,
look up the Laconia.

Here, let me see
if I can find out
for you.

Louisa: Oh, do, please.

Here we are.
"Laconia-- 38 guns, now out of commission."

She was one of
the best friends
a man ever had, too.

I am sure, sir, it was
a lucky day for us

when you
were put captain
into that ship.

We shall never
forget what you did.

Louisa: My brother...

Mama is thinking
of poor Richard.

That would have been
a happy thing if he'd
never left you.

I assure you, captain Wentworth,

we were only sorry
he ever left you.

Ah, yes, Mrs. Musgrove.

Your son Richard...
My midshipman.

He improved
so much while you
were his captain.

You were such a good
influence on him.

You give me
more credit than is
my due, I assure you.

You know, Frederick,
if you'd been a week later
at Lisbon last spring,

you would have been
asked to give a passage

to lady Mary grierson
and her daughters.

Would I?
Then I'm glad I was not a week late.

What? Are you so ungallant then?

I hope not.
But I would never willingly

allow any ladies
on board any ship
of mine.

Except for a ball
or a few hours' visit.

But captain Wentworth, why?

Do you hate ladies so much?

On the contrary, miss Musgrove.

It's simply that I feel
it is not possible,

whatever
one's efforts and
for all one's sacrifices,

to make accommodations
on board ship suitable
for women.

- Mrs. croft: Frederick!
- Well, it's true.

Foo! It's all idle refinement.

Women can be
as comfortable
on board ship

- as the best house in england.
- Of course they can't.

I believe I have lived
on board ship as much
as most women.

I know nothing superior
to the accommodations
of a man of war.

- Really, Mrs. croft?
- Yes.

I declare
I have no comfort
or indulgence about me,

even at Kellynch hall--

beyond where I've always had
in most of the ships
I've lived in.

And how many have you
lived in, Mrs. croft?

Five altogether.

I hate to hear
fredrick talking
like a fine gentleman.

And as if women
were all fine ladies

instead of rational creatures.

We none of us expects
to be on smooth waters
all our days.

Mrs. Musgrove:
No, ma'am. Indeed not.

Admiral:
When Frederick has a wife,
he will sing a different tune.

Yes, we shall see
about him then.

And when he is married,

if we have the
good luck to live
through another war,

we shall see him do
as you and I, and many
others have done.

He will be very thankful
to anyone who brings him
his wife.

Aye, he will.

Well now, I have done.

Once married people
begin to attack me with,

"you'll think differently
when you are married,"

I can only say,
"no, I shall not."

When they say,
"yes you will,"
there's an end of it.

What a great
traveler you must
have been, ma'am.

Mrs.
croft: Pretty well, in 15 years of my marriage.

- Though many women have done more.
- - Admiral: Oh?

- I've crossed the Atlantic four times.
- - Oh, bless me!

And I've been
to the east indies
and back again once--

but only once-- besides
being in different places
about home,

- cork and Lisbon and Gibraltar.
- Ah, Gibraltar.

But I never went
beyond the straits

and I've never been
to the west indies.

We do not call
Bermuda and bahama
the west indies, you know.

- Oh no.
- And I can assure you, ma'am, that nothing

could exceed
the accommodations
of a man of war.

- I speak you know, of the higher rates.
- - Of course, the higher ones.

When you come
to a frigate, you
are more confined.

Though any
reasonable woman may be
perfectly happy on one.

- I'm sure she may.
- I can safely say

that the happiest part
of my life has been
spent on board ship.

As long
as we were together,
nothing ever ailed me.

And I never met with
the smallest inconvenience.

Aye, to be sure.
Oh, yes, indeed, I am quite of your opinion.

Anyone can see
that yours has been
a very happy marriage.

So long as I have been
with the admiral,
I've not complained.

There is nothing so bad as separation, ma'am.
I am quite of your opinion.

I know what it is.

But Mr. Musgrove always
attends the assizes,

and I'm so glad
when they are over
and he is safe back again.

What was that?
What did you say, my dear?

I am just telling Mrs.
croft how glad I am

when you come back
from the assizes,
my dear.

Yes, I do believe
you are, my dear.

Papa, papa, may we dance now?

Dance?
Why, I am sure we'd all enjoy watching you dance, henrietta.

- Would you like me to play?
- Would you, Anne?

- Yes, of course.
- Dancing!

We're going
to have a ball,
a little private ball!

Miss Anne is so kind,
she always plays
for my daughters.

- She does not say very much.
- She is usually silent.

Perhaps her eloquence
lies in her fingers.

- I like musical people.
- Admiral: So do I.

I sometimes think
unmusical people

are capable of every
sort of wickedness.

It should be a crime
to have no ear.

Aye, to be sure, admiral.
I am quite of your opinion.

It should be, it should be.

Miss Musgrove,
may I have the pleasure
of a dance with you?

Yes, captain Wentworth, you may.

- Oh...
- Indeed, you shall have the first one.

But I claim the second.

So I shall
have to make do with
the third, I suppose.

Mary, you are not
an unmarried girl.

I don't see
what difference that
need make in a family party.

I claim my precedence
for the first dance,
my love.

You can fight
over captain Wentworth
with Louisa afterwards.

( Music plays )

- Does miss Elliot never dance?
- Oh no.

She has quite
given up dancing,
she'd rather play.

- I see.
- Anne never tires of playing for us.

( Music ends )

Well done, well done.

You see, my brother
is not so ungallant

- as he likes to pretend.
- Mrs. Musgrove: No indeed.

- Admiral: What Frederick needs is a wife.
- Exactly.

Now it is
my turn with you,
captain Wentworth.

Oh please, remember
I am only a sailor.

You must
not dance me
off my feet.

Play us that tune you mentioned.
Perhaps Anne knows it.

( Strikes keys ) There...

( Plays off-key ) No...

( Keys thumping )

That's it...
Or something like it at least.

- Louisa: Do you know that tune, Anne?
- - No, I'm afraid I don't.

I beg your pardon, madam.
This is your seat.

Not at all, sir.

Do play it again.
I am sure Anne will know it.

No, no. It is our turn to dance.

On with the ball!

Well done, very well done.
On with the ball.

( Music resumes )

( Music ends )

- Henrietta: Oh, lovely!
- Admiral: Bravo!

What do they say?

My father is very well...

They have
taken a house
in Camden place.

That's a very good part of bath.

Very good indeed.

It's all hills, bath.

Hmm, it sounds
a delightful house.

And big.

We will
be able to stay
there, Charles.

Does Elizabeth say so?

Of course not.
She doesn't need to.

I do hope it isn't
too expensive.

Ha!

They've been invited out
I don't know how many
times already...

And to the most
fashionable houses.

Charles, we really must
go to bath this winter.

- I wish you could go instead of me.
- I hate fashionable parties.

Does that mean
you hated our little
party last night?

No, Mary,

that was a family party.
I like family parties.

Quite fashionable enough
for captain Wentworth.

What a pleasant man he is.

Yes, that's what
henrietta thinks.

I believe
he made £20,000
out of the war.

There's no problem
without a fortune.

And there is every
chance of his making more
if there's another war.

I can't believe there's
any officer more likely
to distinguish himself.

- No.
- - Charles: He'd be a capital match for Louisa.

Henrietta. He prefers henrietta.

Oh dear me.
Suppose he were to rise to very great honors?

Suppose he should
ever be made a baronet?

Henrietta would
take place of me then,
and she wouldn't dislike that.

Sir Frederick
and lady Wentworth.

Of course it would
only be a new creation.

- My father would hardly approve.
- No.

Never think
much of their new
creations myself.

Louisa wouldn't mind
how new it was.

Charles, how many times
do I have to tell you?

He prefers henrietta.

She does seem
to have lost interest
in Charles Hayter.

Thank goodness.
Considering the alliances

the Musgroves have made already,

she has no right to go
throwing herself away
on a Hayter.

Cousin Charles is a very good fellow.
You shouldn't say that.

He is a scholar
and a gentleman, Mary.

He is
more cultivated than
the rest of his family,

I grant you.
He could hardly not be.

But no young girl
has the right
to choose someone

who is disagreeable
to the senior branch
of the family.

Whatever do you mean?

Henrietta will be giving
bad connections

to those
who aren't used to them.

Do you indeed?

Yes, I do.

Who is Charles Hayter, pray?

Nothing but a country curate.

Most improper match
for a miss Musgrove
of Uppercross.

All churchmen do have
to start as curates.

Mary:
I very much hope
that captain Wentworth

will put all thoughts
of churchmen quite
out of her head.

- I'm sure he's done so already.
- I think he prefers Louisa.

Why must you be so contrary?

Of course he prefers henrietta.

Well, whichever it is,
if there's so much
uncertainty--

I think he should
declare himself.

He shouldn't hurt
anyone's feelings.

I managed to have another word with Dr.
Shirley

- this morning, henrietta.
- Yes, Charles?

I let him know again
how very much I hope
to become his curate.

- Oh, did you?
- I told him how very inconvenient it is

for me to be where I am now...

It is very
inconvenient,
you know.

- Yes.
- And I pointed out

that it would be
a great advantage for me
to be at Uppercross.

- Hmm...
- Henrietta...

- You don't seem very interested.
- - What?

I said you don't
seem very interested

in what I said to Dr. Shirley.

Of course I am, Charles. Go on.

He is very infirm, you know.

He should have a curate.
After all, he has been rector here

for more than 40 years,
it's a very long time.

And in spite
of his zeal, he really

cannot perform his duties
as he should any longer.

Well, no-- is that him, Louisa?

No... oh no. Not yet.

- Henrietta?
- Yes?

- Who are you waiting for?
- Captain Wentworth.

Do you want to know what Dr.
Shirley said or not?

But of course I do.

Well, he confirmed his promise

that I am to have the curacy.

I am very glad indeed,
Charles. Of course,

I always thought you'd have it.

You didn't seem so sure
last time we talked
about it.

But I thought we were all sure.

It didn't seem to me
there was any--

I mean, we know Dr.
Shirley must have a curate

and you had got his promise...

- Well, yes...
- Is that him, Louisa?

- Still no sign.
- Henrietta?!

I wonder where he can be?

( Plays waltz melody )

- Hello!
- Good morning, henrietta.

Have Charles
and captain Wentworth
gone shooting?

- Mary: Yes, they went about an hour ago.
- Why?

Since we are left all alone,

and it is such
a very fine day
for November,

we thought
we should go
for a long walk.

- Anne: What a very good idea.
- We wondered if you'd like to come, Anne.

And not me?

Well, we know you don't usually

like going for long walks, Mary.

I don't know what you mean.
I'm a very good Walker.

- Are you sure?
- Yes. I should like
to join you very much.

I am very fond of a long walk.

You didn't used to be, Mary.

Oh look! There is Charles.

And captain Wentworth!

We'd better go and get ready.

I can't imagine why
they should suppose

I wouldn't enjoy a long walk.

Everybody is always
supposing I'm not
a good Walker.

That is an impression
you've sometimes given.

I can't think how.

( Girls giggling )

( Dogs yapping )

Charles: Hello! Good morning.

- Henrietta: We thought you'd gone shooting.
- We did go, yes.

But we took
this useless
young dog with us,

and-- here, boy!
Heel! I said, heel!

( Sisters giggle )

- Wentworth: I'm afraid prince spoiled our sport.
- Charles: Heel!

- Louisa: What a shame.
- Will you hear, I say?

Yes, there were plenty
of birds about, too.

It doesn't matter.
The birds will still be there tomorrow.

And young dogs have to learn.

Where were you going?
Have you been visiting Mary and Anne?

We came to take them
for a long walk with us.

A walk? Capital!
May we come, too?

Oh, do please.
We should like that.

You'll come too, I hope,
captain Wentworth?

Since there is to be
no more shooting,

I should enjoy it very much.

- If you'll have me, that is.
- - Oh good!

We'll put
our guns inside,
and we can be off.

Charles. You're back very early.

Just in time
to join you,
though.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, captain Wentworth.

How very nice to see you.

Have you had a pleasant morning?

( Water rippling )

Oh look!

Oh do look at the colors
in the wood there.

Louisa: Aren't they perfect!

Wentworth: Very fine. Beautiful.

Charles:
Prince? Prince?
Prince, where are you?

- Here, boy. Prince?
- ( Dog barking )

"Now see the fading
many-colored woods,

shade deepening over shade,

the country round imbrown;

a crowded umbrage,
dusk, and dun,
of every hue,

from wan
declining green
to sooty dark."

Oh yes...
Poetry, I suppose.
It's very pretty.

It's beautiful, Anne.
What is it?

It's thomson, from his "autumn."

All these poets
seem to write
about the autumn.

I can't think why.

Anne:
All the ones worth
reading do, I think.

- Henrietta: Can you go on with it?
- I am nothing but quotations.

Look.
Captain Wentworth and Louisa are getting ahead of us.

Now we must hurry along.

Not waste our time on poetry.

Prince, prince!
Come on, boy.
Here, boy.

Do recite some more, Anne.

I wonder what's appropriate?

Oh, I know.

"Then is the time,

for those whom wisdom
and whom nature charm,

to steal themselves
from the degenerate crowd,

and soar above
this little scene of things,

to tread low-thoughted vice
beneath their feet;

to soothe
the throbbing passions
into peace;

and woo lone quiet
in the silent walks."

It's perfect. Perfect.

"To soar above
this little scene
of things...

It's beautiful. Beautiful.

"To soothe
the throbbing passions
into peace;

and woo lone quiet
in the silent walks."

Now, captain Wentworth,
we are waiting for you

to show some gallantry here.

It will not be gallantry,
miss Louisa, it will be
a pleasure.

So gallantry is not pleasant.

Oh, you do me wrong.

- Careful, my dear.
- I'm quite all right, thank you, Charles.

( Sisters squeal )

Thank you, sir.
Very gallant, I am sure.

Very pleasant,
I assure you, ma'am.

I cannot get down. I am stuck.

- I am caught here forever.
- Louisa...

I think
it may be possible
to get you down,

if you will let me help you.

No, I'm past human help.

But there is
nothing else for it,
I shall have to jump.

Jump then, and I will catch you.

That was delightful!
I must do it again.

Louisa!

I'm sure there will be
several other stiles

to practice jumping from.

Bang! Bang!

A right and a left.

Bless me, here's winthrop.

I had no idea--

I think we'd better turn back.

- I'm exceedingly tired.
- Charles: Certainly not.

I told you,
this is where
cousin Charles lives.

A-ha.

Mary:
I think we should,
henrietta, don't you?

Well, yes, if you are
so very tired...

Louisa: No, no!

Henrietta--!

Now we're here
I shall visit
my aunt Hayter.

You'll come too, I hope, Mary?

- No, Charles, I shall not.
- I think you should.

There is no need
to pay a call on someone

simply because
one can see his house.

Otherwise one would
do nothing but pay calls
all day long.

Mary,
I should like you
to come with me.

Well, I shall not, Charles.

Am I to go alone, then?

No.
Henrietta would like to come with you.

- Oh, good.
- Yes. Good.

Well, I should just
like to see my aunt.

We'll just
go down the hill
for a few minutes.

- We won't be long.
- Mary: I hope not.

Most unpleasant,
having such connections.

But I assure you,
I've never been
in the house

more than twice in my life.

Well...

I hope everyone
will be happy now.

Do you, Louisa?
And how long do you think they'll be, being happy?

Long enough
for us to do some
nutting, anyway.

Captain Wentworth,
I shall need your arms.

There he goes. Prince!

( Birds chirping )

( Faint voices )

Louisa: ...
Something I wanted to do which I knew to be right...

By the airs of
someone like that,

or of anyone else I may say.

Mary had no right to interfere.

Indeed, she did not.

That branch, please.

Henrietta's always
given in to Mary.

I have
no intentions
of ever being

so easily persuaded myself.

When my mind
is made up,
it is made up.

But henrietta--

do you think
she would have turned back
if you hadn't persuaded her?

I'm almost ashamed
to say it, but yes.

Then she was lucky
to have a mind as firm
as yours at hand.

Woe betide him
and her if something
more important comes up.

Whatever do you mean?

Life is likely to provide
henrietta sterner tests
than this.

And if she hasn't
the strength of purpose

to resist idle
interference now, well--

well?

Well, I think you're-- fortunate

to have the firmer character.

- Do you?
Do you really?
- Oh yes.

Wentworth:
You can't rely on people
who change their mind.

You can't trust them.

There's no happiness
without trust.

If you want to be happy,
you must be firm.

Here is a nut for an example.

A beautiful, glossy nut.

Blessed with original strength,

which has survived
all the storms
of autumn.

Not a weak spot,
not a puncture anywhere.

This nut,
whilst many of its
brethren have fallen

and been trodden underfoot,

still possesses
all the happiness

that a hazelnut
may be supposed capable of.

( Giggles )

My first wish
for everyone I care for

is that he, or she
should be firm.

So if you,
Louisa Musgrove,
want to be beautiful

and happy
in the November
in your life,

you'll cherish
all your present
strength of mind.

Of course,
Mary is good-natured
enough in many respects.

I'm sure she is.

But sometimes
she does provoke me
much with her nonsense,

and her pride--
it's the Elliot pride.

She has
a great deal too much
of the Elliot pride.

Wentworth:
Yes, they're not
a humble family.

We all do so wish
that Charles married
Anne instead.

- Anne?
- Yes.

Didn't you know
that Charles wanted
to marry her?

No, no, I didn't.

Do you mean... Anne refused him?

Oh yes, certainly.

- When was that?
- I don't know exactly.

Henrietta and I
were at school then.

But I believe
it was about a year
before he married Mary.

I do so wish Anne
had accepted him.

We should all
have liked her
much better.

Of course,
papa and mama
always think

it was
her great friend
lady Russell's doing.

Do you know lady Russell?

- I have met her, yes.
- They think Charles

was not learned
and bookish enough
for lady Russell.

So she used
her persuasion
to make Anne refuse him.

Oh, yes...

Wentworth: Yes...

Louisa:
Well, that's
what they think.

But I don't really know.

Oh look, look!
Cousin Charles is coming.

My congratulations.

( Giggles ) Thank you.

Here they are.
Louisa, where were you?

I couldn't find you anywhere.

Who's that coming up the hill?

Louisa: It's Mr. Hayter...

With Charles and henrietta.

I'm tired of looking at winthrop.
I want to go home.

Hayter: Hello there!

- Wentworth: Hello.
- Louisa: Hello.

Look at all the nuts
we've gathered.

Hayter: Very well done, Louisa.
Very well done indeed.

It doesn't seem
very many for
four people.

Wentworth: There were only two of us.
One and a half, really.

And who, pray, was the half?

Myself, of course.

Everyone knows
a sailor's worth only
half a lady on dry land.

( Laughter )

My aunt was sorry
not to see you, Mary.

- Oh?
- She sends you her compliments.

- And to you, Anne.
- How kind.

I hope you gave her
my good wishes.

Charles, I want to go home.

Would you say goodbye to Mr.
Hayter, so that we can start?

Cousin Charles
is coming with us.

You're quite right,
captain Wentworth.

Firmness of purpose
is the only thing.

Prince, come on, boy!
Come on, prince!

( Dog barking )

Come along, Charles.

- Steady there.
- I do feel rather tired.
I don't know why.

- Do you?
Take my arm then.
- Thank you.

- Charles, do stop that.
- Why? I dislike nettles.

Very disobliging
of you to keep dropping
my arm at every moment.

I do not feel
you've been obliging
to me today, Mary.

- Charles!
- Got them.

Why do I have to walk
on the side where
all the nettles are?

There are none on Anne's side.

Look, a weasel!
Here, prince, come on boy, come on!

Charles!

I will never
get him along
at this rate.

We are very ill used, Anne.

Very ill used, indeed.

- There's a carriage.
- Louisa: Where?

Down the Lane there.
Must be the admiral and my sister.

If we are lucky
we'll catch them
at that gate.

Oh, good. Quick, we must hurry.

Mrs.
croft: You must have been a long way.

We'd be glad
to offer a lady a seat
if anyone's tired.

Oh, no, no, thank you.

No, I'm not in the least tired.

Nor am I.

Admiral:
It would save you
a mile across the fields

and we are going
through Uppercross--

- Mrs. Musgrove?
- No, thank you.

- Miss Elliot?
- It's very kind, but really not, thank you.

We should be home
well before Frederick,
my dear.

Mrs.
croft: If he decides to come home at all.

Asking me
to make a third
in a one-horse chaise--!

- Anne: It was very kind of him to suggest it.
- Yes, so it was.

- Admiral: Good walking to all of you.
- Goodbye.

Wentworth: Sophie...

Miss Elliot,
I'm sure you're tired.

Do let us have the pleasure
of taking you home.

There's plenty
of room for three,
I assure you.

Indeed, if we were all
like you, I do believe
we could seat four.

It's very kind of you, but--

you must indeed, you must.

Admiral:
Come along,
miss Elliot, we insist.

Look, there is
excellent room
for us all.

Thank you, mister--
thank you, captain Wentworth.

Welcome aboard, miss Elliot.

- Wentworth: Goodbye.
- Admiral: Goodbye.

- Mrs. croft:
Goodbye, everybody.
- Admiral: Come on!

You do look
a little tired,
miss Elliot,

if you allow me to say so.

Yes, I do feel
a little fatigued.

Capital girls,
those Musgrove girls.

Nothing would ever
tire them, I dare say,

not even if they
danced all night.

I remember
the days when
nothing could tire me.

My dear, it only required
one Navy officer to make
a young girl feel

she could never
feel tired again
in her life.

- My dear, you are being too direct.
- Hmm...

I'm sure
miss Elliot has
observed for herself

what effect
fredrick has had
at Uppercross.

Captain Wentworth? Yes.

He certainly means
to have one of those
girls, Sophie.

- The trouble is, there's no knowing which.
- You think not?

He's been running
after them long enough
to make up his mind.

There's no hurry, my dear.
He has plenty of time.

Hello, prince.

Don't come too near me.
You will dirty me.

Oh dear.

You look very well rested, Anne.

You will have
to entertain us,
no one else is fit to.

- Wentworth: I was visiting an old friend...
- - Mary: Oh, dear.

- Do you know lyme?
- No, we've never been.

You must go.
It's a charming place.
Only 17 Miles away.

Charles:
What are you
talking about?

Lyme.
An old friend of mine has settled there for winter.

We were within 20 Miles
of each other without
either of us knowing it.

Oh, do let's go!

Let's have an expedition.

Yes, what a good idea.

Isn't it
late in the year
for expeditions?

No, no, we must go.

The weather
is so fine--
let's go tomorrow.

We can hardly do that.

But I see no reason
why I shouldn't speak
to my father

and suggest a day next week.

- I am wild to go!
- Shall we go for the day?

I hardly think that would seem wise.
The days are so short.

We shall have to spend the night.
You'll come with us, captain?

You must come. It's your idea.

I should like to very much.

I was going
to see the Harvilles
again anyway.

Hurrah! Then it's all arranged.

To lyme, to lyme, to lyme!

Well, Mrs. Musgrove,
did you see the sea?

Yes, thank you,
very pretty, I'm sure.

Oh, this air!
It does a man good.

I can smell the sea already.

I must go to it at once.

You can get to it
from those steps.

- Oh, excuse me.
- Anne: Thank you.

( Gulls squawking )

It was a good idea
of yours for us all
to come to lyme.

You haven't seen anything yet.

( Giggles )

Charles:
Three and a half hours,
just what I reckoned.

What time is it now?

Getting on for 1:00.

Oh, dear.

The light will go soon.

We don't have much time
for looking about.

Mary:
Charles, go
arrange our rooms

and order the dinner.
We mustn't waste time.

Very well, my dear.

Oh-- almost
everything's shut up.

All the visitors have gone.

I'm glad.
We shall have lyme to ourselves.

There is plenty to see.
You won't lack for amusement.

I want to see the Cobb.
I heard so much about it.

You shall do so directly.

My friend
captain Harville's
house is on the way.

- Right by the sea?
- As close as possible, as a sailor likes to be.

- It's very snug.
- It sounds delightful.

Oh, it is.
Although it's a little cramped just now.

- They have a visitor.
- Oh? Who is that?

- Captain Benwick.
- I don't think I know anyone called Benwick.

He was
my first lieutenant
on board the "Laconia."

An excellent young man,
I valued him so highly.

Poor fellow.

Why "poor fellow"?

Well, there is something
I should tell you about
captain Benwick.

What is that?

You see, he was engaged
to captain Harville's
sister.

- Was engaged?
- I'm afraid so.

They waited for a year or two,

as people do,
for money and promotion.

And he did well for prizes,
the money came soon enough.

- Louisa: But not the promotion?
- That came too, at last.

But too late,
I'm afraid, for
Fanny Harville.

She died the summer
before, while poor
Benwick was at sea.

- How terrible.
- It was, you know, it was.

I don't think
it's possible for a man

to be more attached
to a woman than Benwick
was to Fanny.

I've never known
anyone more afflicted.

- Oh, poor captain Benwick.
- - Charles: Well, everything's arranged.

Let's go see
what we're supposed
to see, shall we?

The sea.
I love looking at the sea.

Well, there's
nothing else to
look at, is there?

Of course, Mrs. Musgrove.

- There's the Cobb.
- Oh--!

There it is.

Is that all?

I'm afraid so.

Were you expecting more?

Yes, captain Wentworth,
I rather think I was.

I'm looking forward to meeting

captain Wentworth's
friends, aren't you, Anne?

Navy officers
are so brotherly,
I think.

So open and upright.

I don't know very many.

Louisa:
I think they have warmer hearts
than any other men in england.

How lucky we came to lyme, then.

Your acquaintance
in the profession
is about to be double.

- Well, here we are.
- Louisa: Oh!

I did tell you it was small.

Wentworth:
This is a very happy
moment for me.

There is nothing I like
more than introducing
my friends to each other.

Mrs. Musgrove, Mrs. Harville.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

- Captain Harville, and captain Benwick.
- - How do you do?

- Mr. Musgrove...
- How do you do?

- Miss Musgrove...
- How do you do?

- Miss Louisa Musgrove...
- How do you do?

- And miss elliott.
- How do you do?

- Awful lot, eh?
- Welcome to lyme.

Any friends of fredrick's
are friends of ours.

- Charles: Thank you very much.
- There is plenty of room, you'll find.

Mrs.
Musgrove, perhaps you'd like to sit over here.

- There's plenty more
room over by the--
- ( Sisters squeal )

- Mr. Musgrove?
- Thank you.

You will dine here,
all of you, of course?

It's exceedingly kind of you, Mrs.
Harville, but we are so many,

- and we have ordered dinner at the inn.
- Dinner at the inn?

Frederick, how
could you allow it?

We really cannot
impose ourselves
on you.

Harville:
It's a matter of course
that we entertain

Frederick's friends
when they come to lyme.

We really
are too many
for you today.

Do you find
you like lyme,
miss Musgrove?

Oh, it's charming.
And the cliffs,

they are even
more beautiful than
captain Wentworth told us.

We can't understand
why we've never
been here before.

Do you like lyme,
captain Benwick?

I? Yes, yes, I do.

The countryside
is very beautiful.

Yes...

Yes, it is.

I expect you walk a good deal?

Yes...

Yes, I do.

Captain Harville, what is that?

This? This is my fishing net.

Are you a fisherman?

No, I'm too lame
for that these days.

No, I'm making it
for one of the men
on the Cobb.

- You must be very clever.
- Yes, miss Musgrove.

He is always drawing
or carpentering

or varnishing or gluing.

Those bookcases there,
he made those himself.

You must be
a great reader,
captain Harville.

Oh no, those are
captain Benwick's books.

I don't have much time
for reading myself.

Show them
some of your
rarities, Harville.

- I've nothing very much.
- Indeed you have.

He never comes home
from abroad without
something curious.

Do show us.

It really is very snug here, Mrs.
Harville.

Do you think so? I'm so glad.

That's just
what we want it
to be-- snug.

Do you have any children, Mrs.
Harville?

Yes, four.
Two boys, and two girls.

How very nice.
I have two boys of my own.

Frederick, it's good
to see you again.

Benwick and I
were talking about
the "Laconia" the other day.

- Ah, the "Laconia.
" - We know all about you and the "Laconia."

Captain Wentworth
has told us everything.

Harville: What about our French frigate?
Did he tell you about that?

French frigate?
I thought that was when you commanded the "asp."

- It was nothing, a skirmish.
- Indeed it was not.

Let me tell you
what really happened,
miss Musgrove.

I'm mighty impressed
with your library,
captain Benwick.

Well, I... I like to read.

So do I.
Do you read more prose or poetry?

I think we are
very fortunate
to live now,

because it is
such a very rich
age for verse.

- I agree.
- Indeed.

Indeed... do you know
that "song" from "Marmion"?

"Where shall a lover rest,

whom the fates
sever from his true
maiden's breast,

parted forever?

Where
through groves
deep and high,

sounds the far billow,

where early violets die,
under the willow."

Yes, that is very, very...

Do you like lord Byron?

I think he's such a witty poet.

Very. But not merely
witty, miss Elliot.

He can write, too,
with such intense passion.

"Peace to
thy broken heart,
and virgin grave!

Ah! Happy!
But of life
to lose the worst!

That grief, though deep

though fatal, was thy first!

Thrice happy ne'er to feel
nor fear the force

of absence, shame, pride,

hate, revenge... Remorse!"

That is very powerful, miss Elliot.
Very powerful indeed.

Captain Benwick,
I hope you do not
only read poetry.

Very little else these days.

I see. You will
forgive me if I say

that I think
you might find prose
less distressing.

Oh well, yes, you may be right.

( Laughter )

And there is
as much solace in it,

I think you will find.

How could they
possibly have sat us
all down to dinner?

I can't think.

It was very
kind of them
to suggest it.

Yes, I think
they are absolutely
delightful.

Oh, yes...

But I'm so sorry

for captain Benwick,
aren't you, Anne?

To lose someone
I loved so deeply,

I think it would kill me.

You'll be very unhappy,
certainly.

I'd never recover.

I expect you would in the end.

No, never.

Well, perhaps
captain Benwick will.

I refuse to believe
his prospects are
blighted forever.

How can you say that?

Men do get over such things.

Maybe he'll
rally and be happy
with someone else.

It often happens.

I think you're quite heartless.
How could he rally?

You heard what
captain Wentworth said.

He was very deeply afflicted.

He must still be quite young,

and we must hope
for his sake that he
does recover, mustn't we?

Oh.

( Squawking )

( Flock squawking )

What are you
looking at so earnestly,
captain Wentworth?

Why... beauties
of nature, of course.

( Giggling )

Is it a pleasant morning?

Yes, Mary.
You should have been with us.

We had
a delightful stroll
down by the sea.

There's a delicious
breeze blowing--

what direction
did you say it was
from, captain Wentworth?

The southeast.
I expect it will wear.

Hello? What's that?

( Hoofbeats clap )

- Louisa: It's a carriage.
- Wentworth: It's a curricle.

- Like yours, Musgrove.
- Really?

Henrietta:
Only just come round
from the stableyard.

- Someone must be leaving.
- Charles: The servant seems to be in mourning.

If you are all going to look

and no one is
going to tell me
what you're looking at,

I'd better come
to the window myself.

Louisa:
Look, that must be
the owner coming now.

Wentworth:
It's the man we met
on the beach.

- Henrietta: So it is.
- Louisa: Yes.

Yah!

Louisa: I wonder who he is.

Mary:
No one very important,
I dare say.

Wentworth: Just the man we want.

Could you tell us
who that gentleman was
who just went away?

- Why, yes, sir.
A Mr. Elliot.
- All: Elliot?

Yes, ma'am.
A gentleman of considerable fortune, they say.

Came in last night
from Sidmouth.

I dare say you heard
his carriage while you
were at dinner, sir?

- Charles: I don't remember it.
- Going to crewkherne now,

on his way to bath and London.

Bless me. It must be
our cousin, Anne.

It must be Mr. Elliot.
Charles, it must be.

He was in mourning,
just like our Mr. Elliot.

- How very extraordinary.
- Very extraordinary indeed.

And in the same inn with us.

Oh, Anne, it must be our cousin.

Our father's heir.

Pray, sir, did his
servant not say

whether Mr.
Elliot belonged to the Kellynch family?

No, ma'am, he mentioned
no particular family.

He said his master was
a very rich gentleman who
would be a baronight someday.

There, you see?
Just as I said, heir to sir Walter Elliot.

- I knew it would come out if it was so.
- Mary--!

You can depend on it.
It is something

his servants take
care to have known
wherever he goes.

Charles: Er... thank you.

How extraordinary though, Anne.

I do wish
I'd looked at him
more carefully.

If we had known who he was,

he could have been
introduced to us.

You seem to forget
that our father

and Mr. Elliot are not-- well...

Yes, quite.
Perhaps an introduction might not have been desirable.

Mary: Oh. Oh, yes.

But of course, you will mention

that we've seen him,
Anne, next time you
write to bath?

Why don't you write yourself?

There's no point in our both writing.
Besides,

Elizabeth is such
a very unsatisfactory
correspondent.

( Gravel crunches )

It was good sense,
miss Elliot, very
good sense indeed.

I have very much enjoyed
discussing literature
again with someone.

I've missed that sort
of conversation.

Captain Benwick,
I appeal to you.

Captain Wentworth
will not be serious.

About what, miss Musgrove?

He said
that the ropes at
the front of ships

are used for hanging
mutinous sailors.

Surely that's not true?

Hardly, no.

I want you to know,
miss Elliot, that you've
done a very good deed.

- I, captain Harville?
- By making poor Benwick talk so much.

I wish he had company
like yours more often.

It is bad for him
to be shut up here
as he is,

but what can we do?
We can't part with him.

Of course you can't.
But in time, perhaps...

Well, we know what time does.

I hope it might
do it for him,
poor fellow.

Now my dear,
you walked quite
far enough for today.

You're right, my dear, as usual.

We can go with you no further.
I'm instructed to return to port forthwith.

I shall see you soon.
This time hasn't been long enough.

It never is.
Bring your friends to see us again.

If you refuse to dine
with us then, we shall
never speak to you again.

- I shall take that as an order.
- - So you should.

- Goodbye, Mrs. Musgrove.
- Goodbye. We have
enjoyed meeting you.

- Yes, goodbye.
- All: Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Harville.
- Goodbye.

I say, Wentworth,
it's nearly 1:00.

We really ought
to be getting back.

But we must go
to the Cobb again.

But it will take
quarter of an hour
there and back.

It can't make any difference.

Yes, Charles,
we mustn't let a few
minutes spoil our day.

I insist. I will not be denied.

It's settled then.
If you insist, we obviously have to go.

Indeed you do.

It's always good
just to look at the sea,
I think, don't you?

Oh yes.

"Over the glad waters
of the dark blue sea...

"Our thoughts
as boundless and
our souls as free."

"Corsair"!

I know almost everything
lord Byron's ever written.

Charles...

It's too windy for me up here.

- Can you manage them, my dear?
- I think so, thank you.

Mind your step.

- Take care, they are rather slippery.
- Thank you, captain Benwick.

You can jump me down.

The pavement is rather hard.
You'll hurt your feet.

Of course I won't.

There-- it didn't hurt at all.

I'll do it again,
just to show you.

I don't advise it.
You'll jar yourself.

- Oh, nonsense!
- You will.

Mary: Come on, Louisa.

( Seagull squawks )

She is dead!
Oh, Charles, she's dead!

Is there no one to help me?

- Go to him, I can support her.
- You sure?

Yes, yes.
Leave her to me and go to him.

Anne:
Rub her hands,
rub her temples.

Here are some salts,
take them, take them.

Oh God-- her father
and mother...

Get a doctor, quickly.
Get a doctor.

A doctor-- of course.

Captain Benwick--
let him go, he knows
where the doctor lives.

Yes, yes, you're right.
You go back.

Oh, Charles, help me, help me!

Mary, be calm. You must be calm.

( Sobbing ) I can't bear it!
I can't bear it!

Anne, what are we to do next?

Charles:
What in heaven's name
are we to do next?

Carry her to the Harvilles.

But gently, oh, gently!

( Seagull squawks )

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