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As returning officer for

the constituency of Westminster,

I declare that the votes were cast as follows:

Ferdinand Alf, 10,167 votes.

Augustus John Melmotte, 10,443.

I hereby declare that Augustus John Melmotte

is elected Member of Parliament for

the constituency of Westminster.

The house will, I'm sure, agree with me,

that the entire English glove-making industry

is in danger of extinction,

if these cheap imports continue

from countries whose citizens have never even

heard of income tax.

And that it is our patriotic duty as Englishmen

to demand a levy on these imports.

Exceptional circumstances-

No, no, no. That's all wrong.

Mr Brown here is a city man, and he ought to know

that protectionism don't work.

It never has and it never will.

You cannot stop trade that way-

Off, off, off.

Order. Order.

Off, off, off.

Order. Order.

The honourable member is not yet aware

that he should not call a member by his name,

but allude to the honourable member for Whitechapel.

Order.

And when a member is speaking, he should remove his hat.

Order, order.

Proceed, Mr Melmotte.

Proceed.

Enough.

Well, I've had my say.

He's all wrong and he ought to know better.

That's all.

I call on the honourable member for Grimsby.

Damn stupid place.

I don't know why I went to the trouble to

get myself elected.

Order.

Ah, Mr Montague.

Always a pleasure to see you in the city.

Rather busy today, as you can see.

If you would just care to wait for a moment-

No, I wouldn't. I'll go in now.

Ah, you'll go in now. Very good.

Mr Montague.

Back from Mexico.

I gather the work went very well.

It's a shame it had to be curtailed.

It had to be curtailed because the funds you promised

never materialised.

That's only temporary.

This sort of thing is quite usual in large undertakings.

We've got many outgoings, liquidity desirable

for many eventualities.

Don't worry, Mr Montague.

You'll get your railway by and by.

No, I won't be put off like that again.

I believe you have been milking the company

to fund a whole number of other schemes you've floated.

I also believe you've used the company's money

to buy property for your own personal use,

and to fund your election expenses.

Oh, you do?

Do you?

I'm going to have to make public everything I know.

You don't want to do that, you know.

You're a good sort of fellow,

even though you've been a bit of a thorn in my side.

But we have got a lot in common, you and me.

We can see things the other fellow can't.

We both know it's not about money, it's about

creating something great, changing the world, eh?

Doing something that we'll be remembered for.

Look.

Public confidence is the essence in these things,

and once you've got that,

you can do anything.

Including robbing your own company?

It's not worthy of you, Mr Montague.

I tell you what's in my heart,

and you answer with cheap and petty accusations.

Well, two can play at that game.

Any more along those lines, and you'll find yourself

in court, young man, and in jail soon afterwards.

I've tried to help you.

But if you want to ruin yourself,

you go ahead, harm the company.

Augustus Melmotte is big enough to weather the storm.

Croll.

Show the gentleman out.

I can find my own way.

Thank you for your trouble.

Good afternoon, Mr Croll.

Always a pleasure to see you in the city, sir.

He'll do for us, Mr Melmotte.

No, he won't.

We've weathered worse than this.

Allow me to wish you every happiness.

Roger, don't say what you don't mean.

You think I would wish to see you unhappy?

What's done is done.

I may not be going to marry Paul Montague after all.

I don't understand.

That is why I asked you to come.

Felix told me something about Paul.

Something hateful.

He says that Paul keeps a mistress.

An American woman, a Mrs Hurtle.

Is it true?

Feeling as I do about you, how can I be fair to him?

Easily. Just tell me the truth.

Very well.

Paul Montague was involved with a Mrs Hurtle in America.

I believe they were engaged to be married.

He has told me that that engagement is over.

It's true that she is in the country now,

and that they have seen each other.

More than that, I cannot say.

Our friendship is over, but I won't slander him.

I think you should ask him yourself.

Well, Mr Montague.

This is just about what I suspected all along.

Though I never expected to be given the evidence

by one of the directors of the company.

You will swear to it?

I mean, you won't go back on your word?

No, I shan't. Whatever the consequences.

Yeah, well, there will be consequences.

You see, Mr Melmotte, he'll try and muzzle us with the law.

But we shall publish all the same,

and it'll just about knock the city sideways.

Mr Melmotte's pie shall fall right out of the sky.

I imagine you'll have got rid of most of your shares

before the pie starts falling.

No.

It was never a consideration for me.

All I wanted to do was build a railway.

That's still what I want to do.

I'll get one of my best men on this right away.

No railway in Mexico, eh?

Where did the money go?

Not bad.

You've set the cat among the pigeons, you, Mr Montague.

Lady Carbury, Sir Felix, Hetta.

I'm sorry-

Before you say anything more, Mr Montague,

let me tell you that you are not welcome in this house,

and you are to have no future conversation

with my daughter.

You may regard your engagement at an end.

Hetta, I don't understand.

What's this all about?

You know damn well, sir.

It's about that mistress you keep in Islington.

Felix. Mother.

I want to speak to Mr Montague alone.

Is she your mistress, as Felix says?

No, she's not.

Are you engaged to her?

I was engaged to her, more than two years ago.

I swear to you that it was all over between us

before I met you.

Were you in love with her?

I thought I was, but it's over now. I love you.

Then what is she doing in England now?

Why are you still seeing her?

I truly thought I would never see her again.

I thought it was over for her, as it was for me.

And so you took her to Lowestoft?

Yes, I did. At her request. It was for her health.

Have you seen her since then?

Once, only.

It is truly over, Hetta. You must believe this.

And you never said a word about her.

All the time you were making love to me.

Why should I believe you now?

Because it's the truth.

I thought I could end it with her without you ever

needing to find out about it.

I see now that was the wrong thing to do,

but Hetta... Hetta, you must acknowledge,

I have tried to do the honourable thing by both of you.

You loved her once and you abandoned her.

How do I know you won't abandon me?

No, I think you'd better go back to your Mrs Hurtle,

and tell her that you're ready to honour your engagement.

Hetta, you don't mean that.

Why shouldn't I mean it?

Because you love me as I-

No, don't touch me.

You have no right to talk to me about love.

I'd like you to leave now.

You're really throwing me over?

As you did with her.

Goodbye, Mr Montague.

So, you've published the announcement

for you and our Ruby, have you?

Yes, that's it.

Or rather, it'll be in the paper next week.

Well, when we've read it, in black and white,

you can see our Ruby.

Till then, you don't.

Auntie. When he's come all this way?

If I were you, Miss Pipkin, I shouldn't take him

at his word.

I found these English gentlemen to take their promises

pretty lightly.

I say, look here. Don't take that tone with me.

I know all about you, you know.

You and that fellow, Montague.

That's no business of yours, Sir Felix.

Oh, isn't it? Well, I say it is.

I have my sister's honour to protect, you know.

Your sister's honour is perfectly safe, Sir Felix.

There is no longer anything between me and Mr Montague.

Oh.

Oh, Mrs Hurtle.

I think you should go now, Sir Felix.

I'm sure you'll be very welcome when your engagement to Ruby

is made public.

Witness. The great Khalini always escapes.

Good evening, Ma'am.

Sorry to bother you so late.

I know who you are. Mr Crumb, the miller,

and you've come to see our Ruby.

That's right, Mrs Pipkin. I am and I have.

They're always so mean about you, Felix,

saying I was a silly girl to believe you.

You will be publishing the announcement of marrying me,

won't you?

Yes, yes. By and by, of course, you know.

Yes, but when? I want to know.

I've got things to get ready.

I haven't even bought my wedding clothes yet.

Now, look here, Ruby. I'm just about sick of this game.

I'm very fond of you and all that,

but you never really thought I'd be able to marry you,

did you?

But you promised.

Look, I've got to marry a rich girl.

What am I going to have to live on?

We have a jolly time, don't we?

If Mrs Hurtle can have her fun, then so can we.

Now, stop being so silly and come upstairs like a good girl.

No, I will not.

I'm going, and I'm finished with you.

I thought you loved me, but you've just been

playing around with me.

I know a man worth 10 of you.

No, let go, let go.

Ruby.

Ruby.

Ruby.

Ruby.

Leave me alone.

Stop being such a damn silly girl.

Yes.

I know now that's what you thought of me all the time.

Well, it's over now, and you shan't see me ever again.

All right, then, let's have you.

I'll give you something to remember me by.

Wait, no.

Get off me, you nasty pig.

All right, shut your silly mouth and open your legs.

Help. Help, police.

Help.

Get off.

Stop. No.

Please, please.

Is it Ruby?

I'm here, Ruby.

John?

Now, you.

All right, you blackguard.

Come on, then.

You'n the blackguard, Mister.

John.

Come on.

Get up, you wiper.

No thanks. I've had sufficient.

No, you ain't.

John, don't kill him.

Look after this young lady, officer.

She's very precious to me.

You can arrest me now, if you like.

I done that.

And I ain't sorry.

How many were there this time, Felix?

About six, mother.

Trapped me in a dark alley.

Well, darling, you shouldn't go down dark alleys at night.

No wonder you get attacked.

It was all for Hetta's sake.

I saw her, Hetta. Montague's mistress.

She was very rude to me, as a matter of fact.

Told me to mind my own business.

I don't care what she said.

She can have Paul Montague or not, as she chooses.

I shall never see him again.

Does that mean you'll marry your cousin Roger, after all?

No, mother.

How very vexing that girl is.

He's here.

Show him in, Croll.

Ah, Mr Alf.

It's very good of you to come. Please, take a seat.

Thank you.

Daresay you're surprised I sent for you.

Not entirely.

I imagine you're stepping down as member for Westminster,

and you've a statement to make for the press.

No. Then you imagined wrong.

I won that election fair and square,

and I'm not about to step down.

For anyone.

I want you to call your dogs off.

Call my dogs off?

All this nonsense.

It's irresponsible.

Have you seen the share price this morning?

Good men are jumping out of windows because of you.

Their widows and children are starving in the streets,

thanks to you.

My paper reports the facts.

The fact is, you undertook to build a railway.

The fact is, you haven't.

But the great fact is, I will.

If you had come to me, man to man, I would have

explained it all to you.

It's all a question of timing, you see?

And between you and me, if you were to buy now,

you'd see the share price go up again,

and those chaps that panicked will be smiling on

the other side of their faces.

I don't think so.

I think I should tell you I've sent a man to Vienna, too.

Ooh.

Look here, Alf.

You and I, we shouldn't be enemies.

We've both come up the hard way.

Always had to fight and struggle in this world.

Not like these princes, baronets, dukes and what have you.

We've come from nothing,

but made something of ourselves.

Now, I respect you for that, and you should respect me.

I don't care for privilege anymore than you do.

But I do care about honesty, justice and truth.

Yes, and so do I.

But in this world, a man is obliged to cut a few corners

now and then, just to get the job done,

for the good of others.

I've never found it necessary, sir.

Well, then, you're either a liar or a fool.

I hope I'm neither. I just use my newspaper

to tell the truth as best I can,

and I don't take kindly to being insulted,

so I'll take my leave now.

You think you're the great, shining sword of truth,

do you?

It's easy for the likes of you, Alf,

standing on the sidelines, watching,

while better men than you change the world

and move mountains.

You might find the world a better place if you try to

do something for the good of it.

That might be a fair criticism, Mr Melmotte,

If you did change the world and move mountains.

But from what I can see, the only thing you move

is money.

From the pockets of other men into your own.

Good day, Mr Melmotte.

Good afternoon, sir. Always a pleasure to see you

in the city.

They want their money for Pickering Park,

or they want the title deeds back.

And Mr Brehgert, he's very sorry,

but he has to ask to see security for the new loan.

Already?

Feeling a little tired, Croll.

I think I shall go home early.

I should use the back way, sir.

I shall.

Just a little tired, that's all.

Just a little tired of keeping it all going, furthermore.

Little gratitude wouldn't come amiss now and then.

I'm grateful, Mr Melmotte.

I know you are, Croll.

I know you are.

Are we going to be all right, Mr Melmotte?

Certainly, we are.

Is it true? Is he really done for?

Don't see how he can come back from it.

It's all that fellow Alf and his evening bolus.

And that fellow, Montague.

How much are the shares down? 50%?

42% of the issue value.

Well, I hope it's not as bad as it sounds.

He still owes us 80 thou on Pickering Park.

We haven't seen a penny yet.

Sold your shares yet, Grendall?

No, not I. It's all talk. I'm hanging on.

So should you.

Ha. There speaks a brave man.

Dear Mrs Hurtle,

Mr Paul Montague has referred me to you,

and no doubt he has spoken of me.

I shall be very grateful if you would allow me

to call on you on any afternoon you choose.

Well, Miss Carbury.

Yes. I am glad that you came.

One imagines so many things, but you are very much

as he described you.

Do sit down, Miss Carbury.

So, why did you come?

Was it simply to triumph over me?

No.

I want to know whether you still consider yourself

engaged to Mr Montague.

What does he say?

He says it is all over between you.

Does he?

Then he lies.

He may wish it were all over between us,

but it is not.

Even though he no longer feels for you what he once did?

What do you presume to know about his feelings for me?

I know what he tells me.

You have no business to pry into his feelings for me,

or mine for him.

He loves me now.

What good can come of an engagement where love has gone?

And what makes you think that our love has gone?

If Paul Montague had no feelings for me,

do you suppose he would have visited me here,

again and again? Here, in my private lodgings?

Do you suppose he would have taken me, unaccompanied,

to a seaside place and stayed with me in the same hotel?

He told me that he took you there, at your request,

for the sake of your health.

Oh, yes. I imagine he would have put it like that.

You English have a gift for that kind of thing.

Did he...

Did he make love to you there?

Do you think you have a right to ask me that?

I don't know, but I do ask it.

Well,

what do you think generally happens, Miss Carbury,

between a man and a woman staying together as a couple

in a seaside hotel?

I hope you don't want me to go into details.

No.

Thank you, Mrs Hurtle.

Thank you for seeing me.

That is all I wanted to know.

Goodbye.

Mr Brehgert,

do you have any news about the Mexican railway collapse?

Will Melmotte and co. Be hammered, sir?

I don't think it's come to that yet, gentlemen.

Every cloud has a silver lining.

Tell him to settle his grocery bills, then.

Damn it.

This is a solid company, Mr Brehgert,

founded on rock.

It's solid as the Bank of England.

We shall wipe the grins off their faces, Mr Brehgert.

I'm very glad to hear that, Mr Melmotte.

Even so, though, with a drop in the share prices,

my partners will need to see some security now.

Or we shall, very reluctantly, have to call in the debt.

You don't want to do that, Mr Brehgert.

You might see nothing at all.

Then things really are as bad as everyone fears?

Not a bit of it. Come on, I'm joking.

Melmotte's got plenty of money, but it's tucked away.

Only he don't like to touch it, that's all.

He's a little superstitious like that.

But you have been a very good friend to Melmotte,

and you shall see it. You shall see

that Melmotte and Company are as sound as a bell.

Come on, sit down.

It's Marie's money, do you see?

I put it in the bank in her name, just in case, you know?

And I've added to it every year,

it's a very substantial sum, and I've never cared

to dip into it.

That's all.

If the money is there, Mr Melmotte,

then there is no need to dip into it at this stage.

But the bank must see that it is there,

and that it is available to you.

And that's only fair.

And the railway will be built?

I stake my life on it, Mr Brehgert.

Stake my life on that.

Between you and me,

we are a little overstretched just now,

because we've got so many opportunities coming

so close together.

India, Canada, China.

These are great enterprises, Mr Brehgert.

They could turn this little island into

the greatest trading country in the world.

They should be grateful to me that I chose to

become an Englishman, but they're not.

They're a like a pack of snapping dogs.

We'll put the matter of security in hand immediately.

Mr Melmotte.

You have been very kind to me.

You have been the means of making me acquainted

with the lady that I hope soon to make my wife.

Now, I think you are troubled.

Tell me, is there any way in which I could help you?

You could write it off as a bad debt and

say nothing about it.

Mr Melmotte, I think you know-

Come on, come on, come on.

I'm only joking.

Don't worry about Melmotte. You shall get your money.

Now, go and talk sweet nothings to that lovely fiancee

of yours, huh?

Go on. Go, go, go, go.

I long to leave this house.

Then let it be soon, my dearest.

Have you had word from your family?

Yes. Papa has been utterly beastly about the whole affair.

I'm not sure I shall ever bring myself to speak to him

again.

Your father has written to me, and in very

intemperate language.

Well, I have been used to that in my lifetime.

But the world is changing.

Perhaps, when we are married, he may change

and soften, too.

But if he does not?

Mr Brehgert, you must understand that I may be

cutting myself off from my whole family

and a good part of my friends in marrying a...

In marrying out of my religion.

So, it is vitally important that we are quite clear

about what it is you are offering me.

Of course. I would wish everything to be quite clear, too.

As to religion, I am very happy that you should

practise your own,

and that, should we be blessed with children,

they might be brought up subject to your influence.

Oh, I had not thought of that.

As to the children of my first marriage-

I don't think I can be expected to have

anything to do with them.

Nothing at all. They have a governess,

but naturally, I was hoping-

Naturally? I don't see what's natural about it.

They're not my children, are they?

No, they are not, but they are mine, Georgiana.

They are, as it were, a part of me.

I would have thought that, when you accept me,

you accept all that I am, and have.

I don't see that at all, Mr Brehgert.

You're not asking me to come and work at the bank with you,

I presume?

No, but that isn't quite the same thing.

Please do not bring up the question of

your children again.

I assume that they will be living at your house in Fulham,

and as we shall have our new house in town,

there will be no need for me to see them.

As to that, I am sorry to say-

You are not going back on the London house?

Only for the present, only for the present.

The fact is I am anticipating a very heavy loss

in the next week or so.

I authorised my bank to make a large loan to a business

that is likely to go under very soon.

So, you are to be bankrupt now?

No, no, no. Far from it.

But a second house, a London house in a fashionable location

with all the furniture and servants that you would expect

and deserve,

that won't be possible for a year or two.

I'm very sorry.

Are you telling me that you want me to go and

live in Fulham?

I wish it were not so, Georgiana, but regrettably-

Let me make myself clear, Mr Brehgert.

When we first talked about marriage, a London house

was promised.

Perhaps you did not understand then,

but a proper establishment is an absolute necessity for me.

I must be in town for the season.

I wonder that you should be so obtuse.

It grieves me to disappoint you, Georgiana, but as I say,

it will only be for a while.

Still, you say this. Don't you understand?

It is entirely unacceptable that I should go and

live in Fulham with your Jew children for a week, for a day.

You should not have proposed to me if you were not able

or prepared to make the necessary financial outlay.

No, I should not. I see that now.

Thank you for enlightening me, Miss Longestaffe.

You may regard our engagement as at an end.

What?

May I say that I was never under the illusion

that you had formed a passionate attachment for me,

but I did deceive myself into thinking that

your interest was, shall we say, not entirely mercenary.

It seems we both made a mistake.

I wish you every happiness.

Goodbye, Miss Longestaffe.

Mr Brehgert?

He's gone.

It's all over.

I have been jilted by a Jew.

What's the news from Melmotte, sir?

My dearest Hetta,

I cannot bear to think that I have lost you forever.

I have been a fool, and I realise now that I should have

told you the truth from the start,

but I never lied to you.

Whatever past between Mrs Hurtle and me,

my love for her was over before I met you.

Hetta, if you really love me, I beg you not to

separate yourself from me.

My love for you is so absolute and intense

that I cannot see my way to living without you.

Paul Montague for Miss Hetta Carbury.

Hetta, you have every right to

be angry with me, but you are breaking my heart,

and, I believe, your own.

Please let me see you again.

Your most affectionate Paul Montague.

Mr Longestaffe senior, Mr Longestaffe junior,

and Mr Squirkham,

to see Mr Melmotte as a matter of urgency.

He's not at home.

Lean on the door, Mr Longestaffe, sir.

Thank you. It is a matter of urgency, as I said.

Where is Mr Melmotte?

The master has not risen yet.

Then it's about time he did.

Come on.

Where's his bedroom?

Which way, do you think?

I say, I'm not sure this is quite the thing,

wandering round another man's house.

Ah, gentlemen.

You're very welcome, but isn't it rather early?

Have I mistook the time?

My clients have urgent business with you, Mr Melmotte.

Oh, have they?

And who are you?

Squirkham, sir. Squirkham and co. Solicitors.

Fetter Lane.

Never heard of you.

But you're very welcome.

Come, let's go down to the book room.

Will you take a glass of brandy and water

with me, gentlemen?

Well-

Certainly not. We have come for our money,

the purchase price for Pickering Park,

or the title deeds.

My client put it most succinctly, Mr Melmotte.

The money or the deeds. This morning.

80,000.

This morning?

Well, if it has to be this morning, it'll have to

be the title deeds.

I don't carry that much money in my waistcoat pocket,

do I, Croll?

No, indeed, Mr Melmotte.

The deeds it is, then.

I say, hold on.

Have you seen what he's done to it?

He's pulled it half down to rebuild it.

We won't take it back like that.

Then, perhaps you'd consider payment by instalment?

Certainly not.

Hold hard, Squirkham. Let's see

what he proposes.

50,000 on Friday.

The rest the following Friday?

He hasn't got it.

It's all over the city. He's busted.

He's a gone coon.

Then, you'd better take the title deeds, hadn't you?

Will you put it in writing, sir? And sign to it?

With pleasure, gentlemen.

Draw it up, Croll.

What a pleasure, doing business with you gentlemen.

Get in, dear. Get in.

Charlie, getting in?

The most embarrassing day in my life.

Give me the papers.

You better wait here, Croll.

I'll call for you to witness the signatures.

What a pleasant domestic scene.

What do you want, Papa?

Marie, my dear.

You remember, just before we left Paris, I placed

rather a large sum of money in your name?

Yes, Papa.

You wanted me to make sure nobody could get at it

if you got into trouble.

Who says I'm in trouble?

Everybody does.

You will do good, my dear.

Let your Papa speak, dear.

Now, I put it in your name, Marie,

but of course, I never meant to put it beyond my own reach.

It is, after all, my property.

But it's really mine.

By a quibble of the law, yes,

but not so as to give you any right to it, my dear.

In any case, this is for your own benefit.

In the matters concerning your forthcoming marriage with

Lord Nidderdale,

settlements must be drawn.

All you need to do is to sign these papers

in one or two places. Mr Croll is waiting outside.

I'll call him in to witness your signature.

No, Papa.

You say no to me?

If I am to be married, what's mine will be my husband's.

Why should I sign it away now?

I don't believe you. I think you've lost your own money,

and now, you want to steal mine.

Steal your money? It was never yours

in the first place, damn you.

In that case, you can do what you like with it,

without my signing.

Marie.

Understand.

I must have this money at my disposal for use

in the city tomorrow.

Or I shall be ruined.

I think of all I have done for you.

Look around you.

We have travelled all this way, from the gutters of Europe,

Marie.

I've lived off scraps like a dog so you should

have the life of a lady.

And look at you now.

About to marry a peer of the realm.

I never wanted the life of a lady.

Ungrateful girl.

Don't tell me about the gutters of Europe.

I was there. I saw it all.

I saw how you cheated and stole and bullied and lied,

and ran away, leaving debt.

For you, for you.

You never loved me. It was all for you.

For yourself.

And what did you do with my mother?

That couldn't be helped.

Marie.

Will you do this one thing for me now?

And save us all from ruin?

No. I won't.

You ungrateful little-

Mr Croll.

Mr Melmotte.

Mr Melmotte.

It's not the way.

Of course, there's no reason why

I shouldn't sign the girl's name myself.

I'm her father. It is my money, after all.

But then, in order to satisfy Brehgert and the rest,

the signature would have to be witnessed.

We've known each other a long time, Walt.

Well, it's a small thing to put your name

to a piece of paper to say I can have my own money.

Oh go on, then, go. Go back to the city.

I think I shall be able to persuade her.

In any case, I'll come to you in half an hour.

English gentlemen, to the last.

No.

We haven't come to you yet.

Give this to Mr Brehgert,

at Todd, Brehgert and Goldstein,

and make sure he gets it before close of business.

Of course nothing can be expected of him,

but Hetta?

That she should be so stubborn.

Oh, Mr Broune.

I see nothing but ruin for us all.

Felix, where are you going?

Just thought I'd take a little air, Ma.

Oh, Mr Broune. What am I to do?

I must bear it as best I can, I suppose.

At least I still have my pen.

I shall begin a new book.

What do you think of Great Mothers of History?

Lady Carbury, I can no longer bear

to stand by and see you suffer alone.

Will you let me be the one to take your troubles from you?

Mr Broune.

You are a kind and generous man, but I cannot allow you

to shoulder such burdens.

I assure you, they will be as light as feathers to me.

I seem as though to have fallen through

in everything I do.

I do not see what I can give you in return.

Yourself.

Mr Broune.

Do you really mean...

If only you knew how long and devoutly

I have admired your beauty, your courage,

you would not need to ask.

But I have no money.

I'm not proposing to you for your money.

I have enough for both of us.

And the children?

Your daughter I can love as my own,

and it is proof of my devotion to you if I say

I can attempt the same for your son.

Do you really think you can deal with Felix?

I'm sure of it.

If you will let me.

Mr Broune.

How good you are.

Hello, Felix.

Come to apologise, Grendall.

About the cheating. I take it all back.

What do you say?

Let bygones be bygones?

Come on, Grendall. Chap can't say fairer than that.

Shake hands, what?

Going to play, Carbury?

Don't mind if I do.

Mr Felix Carbury?

Yes. What of it?

You're off on a short trip, sir.

What?

To the continent.

In here.

How dare you?

Dover port. Don't stop on the way, driver.

Mr Brehgert sent for me last night,

and he told me to take this back to you.

He says you forgot to get one signature.

This one.

It should say, "W. Croll".

Here as well.

It's a pretty strong order, Mr Melmotte.

Brehgert knows it's a forgery.

I think he does, sir.

And he's not going to the police?

And nor shall I, Mr Melmotte.

But I shan't be back in the lane anymore.

Will you not back at the office, Croll?

I think not. No.

So, you're leaving me?

There's a little money owing.

But you'll send it, no?

Goodbye, Mr Melmotte.

Oh, Hetta.

There's a lady waiting for you in the sitting room.

Forgive the intrusion, Miss Carbury.

I'm going back to the States, and I wanted to see you

before I go.

You're leaving with Mr Montague?

I am travelling alone.

I've been doing some thinking since last we met.

I guess I've been playing a bad hand for too long.

He's yours, Miss Carbury, if you want him.

I should take him, if I were you.

Tell him he has nothing to fear from me.

I've put away my pistols and my whips.

I shan't be taking my revenge. Not this time.

I only wish I could have made him love me

as he did a long time ago.

But when I came to see you before-

Miss Carbury, when I spoke to you before,

I let you think that Paul Montague and I made love

at Lowestoft.

I want to tell you now that that wasn't true.

I asked him to spend one last night with me,

but he refused.

For your sake.

There.

When I spoke to you before, I couldn't bear

letting you triumph over me,

but now I find I can.

I don't want to triumph over you.

Why not?

You've got him. Are you telling me you don't want him now?

It's so messy,

and complicated and compromised.

When I first fell in love with him, I though he was perfect.

None of them are. None of us, come to that.

But as men go, he's about as good as they come.

Roger Carbury is entirely good.

Maybe.

But what use is a man like that to you or me?

No passion, no spirit, no badness.

He might as well be stuffed in a museum.

An English country gentleman, circa 1870.

Paul wants you. Take a chance on him.

It might not work out, but at least you'll have

an interesting ride.

And I wish you every happiness.

Goodbye, Miss Carbury.

I am glad to have met you.

You better pack up your jewels.

Is something going to happen, Melmotte?

Pack them up small.

Keep them ready to hand.

You might have to travel without me.

And Marie, too?

No. The girl's all right.

She has her own money.

Are we ruined, Melmotte?

Pretty much.

We stayed too long.

I enjoyed it too much,

being an English gentleman.

Perhaps I should have built that damn railroad after all.

I don't understand.

Shares are at nothing.

I owe hundreds of thousands.

With nothing to pay with.

So, what are you staring at?

What will you do?

Will they send you to prison?

If it comes to it.

I shall go down to the house.

And if I fall,

they should see I will fall like a man.

Order.

A statement to the house from

the Chancellor of the Exchequer.

Mr Melmotte, do you wish to raise a point of order?

Order. Order.

Order.

Will the house come to order?

Order.

Order.

Prussic acid.

See your own doctor, if you want money.

No, no, please. I wouldn't dream of it.

I...

It's all right. I understand.

The engagement's all over.

What a life it has been.

Now it's over.

I don't suppose I shall see you again.

I don't know why you should think that.

Yes, you do.

You like me well enough, but you have to marry fortune,

like all the rest.

Come, let's not pretend.

It's all right.

You can go now.

Papa.

It was a bad shame, you know.

Too many things.

If he'd stuck to the railway, he might have

come out right.

Mr Fisker arrived in London yesterday.

He can deal with the creditors.

Mademoiselle, your money is safe.

Nobody can touch it, not if he was in debt millions.

You are still a rich young lady.

You can...

Look after that one, no?

If I choose to. Thank you, Mr Croll.

I feel as if I have to start my life all over again.

I didn't love my father, but life will be

so strange without him there.

What about you?

Are you happy with the man you love?

No, I have broken with him.

I found he was involved with another woman.

No. The beast.

Does he love this other woman and not you?

No. I think he loves me.

And I still love him.

Then take him. You must. Don't be a fool.

You don't understand.

I understand this;

that we women must take our fates in our own hands.

I will never be like that woman in there,

or my poor mother.

I will live my life to the full.

So must you.

Paul.

It is great to see you.

How is everything?

I'm surprised you have the nerve

to show your face here, Fisker.

Hey, hold hard, partner.

Listen, I understand that things weren't so good

the last time that we met.

But you can't blame me for that.

Things are a damn sight worse now, I suppose.

No doubt you've come over to wind up the company.

Are you crazy?

Have you not seen the price of the American stock?

Paul, we're going to build the railway.

Come here, come here. Sit down.

Look.

This is the new schedule of works.

Take a look at it.

No, go on. Check it out.

After all, you're going to be the one who's in charge of it.

If that's still what you want.

Didn't I tell you? It always pans out like this.

First wave of investors lose their shirts,

but the second wave, they make their fortunes.

It's too bad that old Melmotte got in too deep.

I had a lot of time for that man.

He made his mark on the world, all right,

but he had to always push that just a little bit too far.

I hope you held onto your shares.

So, come on, Paul.

What's it going to be?

Are you in or are you out?

Why should I believe a word you say?

First, because we are partners.

That's why.

Then second, because it is guaranteed, in black and white,

page 29, construction is to begin in one week's time,

and the money, it is in the bank.

What's it going to be? Are you in or are you out?

Hey, I thought that you wanted to build a railway.

No, Mr Montague.

I'm afraid that's out of the question.

Then, would you tell her I came to say goodbye?

I am leaving the country shortly.

Probably forever.

I made a mess of things with your daughter, Lady Carbury,

and I daresay she'll be as glad to see the back of me

as you will.

I don't deserve her, and I know that.

But I never meant to make her unhappy.

It's a strange and complicated life,

the way we live now,

and things aren't always as clear cut

as we'd like them to be.

But one thing is as clear as day for me;

I love Hetta,

and I always will.

Will you tell her that for me?

And that I hope she'll be happy,

and that I shall be thinking of her

every minute of every day.

Goodbye, Lady Carbury.

Goodbye, Mr Montague.

Paul.

Hetta.

Paul.

Take me with you.