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There must be some kind of way out of here

Said that you're good to thief

There's too much confusion

I can't get no relief

I'm alone, but watch tell love

I'm alone, but watch tell love

I'm so scared

Tonight, Marvelous Little Becky comes away through darkest ambiture and beyond

For yes, this is Vanity Fair

A world where everyone is striving

But what is not worth having

I'm alone, but watch tell love

I'm alone, but watch tell love

I'm alone, but watch tell love

Friends just can't love you

There must be some kind of way out of here

She never washed behind her ears, slyer

This is my desk, and that is violence

I like reading, but she only likes animals

I may receive my education now

First, we must register your attendance

Miss Rose Crawley

Present?

Miss Violet Crawley

Present

Lord Mouse of Mouse and Amhar?

Present

Rokashap?

Present

Rema Gals

All in this together

Even Lord Mouse of Mouse and Amhar

Especially him

I'm going to do a cat, a cat, a cat, a cat, a cat

Can you play in hide and seek?

Do you know that is my favorite game?

Your brother, up to his old tricks again

Another artful hussy, no doubt

I am never wrong

May I play Mademoiselle?

No, sir, you may not, but it's Roarding

Oh, no, I've been dismissed, little sister

And a gentleman must always bow to the command of a lady

But will you be my secret messenger?

I believe your charming governor has dropped a picture of me and my brother

Give it back to her, when she's not looking

Now, blow me a kiss to keep me going till dinner

Father says she comes very highly recommended

From Miss Pinkdon's Academy for young ladies, a breeding ground for fortune hunting jades

Perhaps in your day?

Don't try to be funny, but...

...said...weaked...nerved...

He's still here, go on, catch, catch

I don't know, I do...

...to twirl...and a cat...a cat

A sack...a sis...and a set...and a whip...and a tauce

I'm coming!

You're frightening, my puppy!

Is this?

Time aboard, come on!

You see this avenue? The mile long?

It's very fine.

Fine, be damned.

£6,000 worth of timber in them their trees.

You know what that means?

It means that you were very rich

It means, madam, that every half-assed,

Brigand in the county thinks it's worth his while to try it on with a bit crawly

Toches crooked agents and bankrupt tenants

I put my lawyers on the lot of them

My poor dear, if a par was much given for the law

I've won and lost more lawsuits than any man in England

He had me read so many of his hopeless cases that I've become quite the expert

Get up there!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help! My damn way!

Look it down the far chilling!

Where is it?

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Crooked agents saw bankrupt tenants

Him? Him's my son of the heir!

He? He's my son of the heir, not him!

I know, here's my prune-faced daughter-in-law

Aunt Martha!

I suppose rich baronettes with even more lawsuits than trees

Do not need to be as careful with grammar as poor governesses must be

If you'd like me to look at your papers

Whoa!

Two-

Tees' little ragamuffin!

I love that so many unhappy little buddy!

Hurry!

Unpull every engine!

Get up, you filthy little nanny!

I get my pretty hair!

Are you inspecting me, Miss Crawley?

I am reading your mind.

What do you find there?

You're thinking that rather than be a governess

You can become a secretary instead.

Well, I do like to have a plan.

Less, oh lord, this food we are about to eat.

Of course. Stop it.

And we pray to thee, oh lord, that it may be good for our souls

More than our vile bodies.

Oh, men.

And if there be any poor beggo, hungry or thirsty,

Walking along the road, oh lord, send him hither.

Oh, men.

And when it falls to us sinners to pass from time to eternity.

Oh, men.

Oh, men.

Will she be kind to my girls?

Goodness, mama.

Your feet, she's gonna drift.

Her is my wife, the second lady Crawley back in.

She's even dafter than the first one that died in your bed.

That was my beloved mother, sir.

Mind you, she's not a stuck up.

I'll give her that.

No, no, no, sir.

Lovely.

Ah, mutton and turnips.

Again.

They will be jealous in the barracks.

I believe it is the custom Captain in Decent Society

to call the dishes I have called it.

Mutton's mutton and turnips is turnips.

Well, I killed that there.

Sheep will be out of nine.

Here, smell him.

Oh, sir.

I do hope that you won't be put off by our family's countryways.

My shop.

Not at all.

Captain Crawley.

I find city people so shallow and heartless.

Don't you?

I'm so glad that you'll visit Captain Dobbin.

I hope you might advise.

I know my little worry is the least of his concern, but...

I can't stop in.

And live in fear that George may be called away to fight.

The war is over.

residents of the city are going to go,

the city is going to go.

I know the city is going to go,

but the city is going to go to the city.

I know the city is going to go.

The war is over.

And we won.

He never answers my letters.

Perhaps I write too much.

He should be glad of every word.

Give it to my George.

With all of my love, wherever you find him.

I will write another letter to Becky.

I hope she's among friends.

Vanity. Vanity. All is vanity.

Thus the preacher's voice in rebuke and mockery

of all the pursuits of earthliness. Read on.

Then I saw in my dream that when Christian and faithful

were got out to the wilderness,

they presently saw a town before them.

Very good. Violet.

Rodden has gone back to London.

What a relief. Read on.

And the name of that town is Vanity.

I know that town. There's a fair kept called Vanity Fair.

And no candles upstairs. Miss Blunt.

And is Vanity Fair not a very vain, wicked and foolish place

full of all sorts of hound bargain,

forceness and pretension?

No.

Yes?

Read on.

Jesus rules Miss Becky.

You must go to bed in the dark.

You pretty little huzzy.

I am no hussy. I am a mott mourency.

On my mother's side.

My lady. We are honored bow down young Orgens.

Yeah?

Now, unless you wish for Horwicks here to come for the candle every night,

minding me in bed at ten.

I took the liberty of making a start on your leases and tendencies

and had planned in the morning to suggest

how more money might be made.

Alas, quite impossible in the dark.

Better candle the adults.

Better old boxer candles.

Gather.

Every time she creeps up on me from nowhere.

That is a godless amusement for a young female.

In France, before the revolution, it was thought quite a neuroscratic game.

Surely the school rule is where a governess should spend her days.

Our secretary's day is best spent by her master's side.

Female cannot be a secretary.

Oh.

Most governess plays at secretary.

What prey is her pupil reading?

Rose is reading a French novel,

learning the habit of quiet, scholarly reflection.

And where is Violet?

Engaged in the study of nature.

In which endeavor it may be good for ourselves to join her.

The only reason I put up with him and his horrible wife is I has to.

Don't tell me you're your son and her money too.

Nah, for the lawsuit and the horses.

We should quietly drop the case against a crooked agent.

Oh, now wait a moment.

As he's got blue money to settle it, don't argue, Sir Pitt. You know I'm right.

Ah.

Take in charge, are we?

Well, you keep your little feed under my table.

You're more damn use than any of my family.

That goes in waste rules than all of them.

After you, I was born.

Stand back, Crawley. You're up against a master.

Ah. Perhaps I'll pick up some tips.

Damn slippery balls.

Hmm.

It's not really my game either.

Begin as luck.

Chew's sticking.

Play again.

With pleasure.

Ah, Dop, just in time.

Let me 200 with you. There's a good fellow. Actually, no, let me fall.

With me. Now.

Hmm.

Well, at least answer her letters. She writes hundreds.

On and on.

Don't look angry.

I am very fond of Amelia. I adore her and that sort of thing.

But you and I are supposed to be friends.

You shouldn't be always telling me off.

Go and comfort her, you rascal. Buy her a little present.

She's down fond of me, I know.

But hang it, Dop, where's the fun and winning your thing

if you've never had to work for it?

Do something to make her happy.

God knows it won't take much.

No.

Your father is well. Thank you, sir.

Has ever been my closest friend.

No one knows it better than I, sir.

I helped him set up his business when we were both very young.

Yes, sir. I know.

It's the hardest thing in the world.

Friends growing cold.

Amelia.

Oh, what a lovely pin.

Oh, yeah, this old thing.

I should buy you something next time I'm in town.

Oh, yeah.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I should buy you something next time I'm in town.

I imagine Mrs. George Osborne in the Regimental Lodging House,

but we're still baking in the East Indies, patronized by the major's wife.

I shouldn't mind if you were there.

No.

Amelia, I am determined. I shall leave the army in a year.

And then, then my dear little girl shall take the place in society

to which, as my wife, she will be entitled.

Oh, George, your wife.

And so, my dear friend, it is settled.

I shall be the happiest woman alive, married to my love,

married to the most gallant, the most handsome.

Oh, how I wish such a happy ending for you two, Darling Becky.

News from a friend to his flourishing?

Always so annoying.

In my day, Miss Pinkerton ran a high-class establishment

which prepared respectable young ladies to be wives,

not secretaries. In the olden days, I'm sure everything was quite different

and much better in every way.

You are too pert, Miss Blunt.

And I dare say, coming to be sure I have my eye always on you.

Becky! Becky!

To the decks have a be-do!

Hit this house straight down you!

Let's find yourselves out!

My sister.

Oh, so is Lady Dead.

If only.

She coming here.

Laura!

Hi, Dormozington. Hi. No more books, no more pets.

Why is everyone so frightened of her?

We love her. When she comes, we always sow her little presents.

For she's a richest lady in the whole wide world,

and her will is not yet written.

Are you a princess in disguise?

You try.

Have you got any plan?

To make Aunt Matilda fall at our feet?

Again?

She's got a lot of money.

She's got some books.

Right! Come on, I want so many work!

All right, we'll have some of these now.

All right.

All right, now.

All right, Laura.

My lord, a carriage at the gates.

My dear sister.

Ah, the sweet smell of hope.

Here's one who knows which side is damn breads buttered.

My dear aunt, welcome back to Queen's Crawley.

May he God in his glory be...

No, sermons.

We trust...

No scheming.

Oh, hell of damage.

Swearing.

Good God, Lord.

Now we really relate it to these dreadful people.

Rodin is very handsome, but awfully poor on account of being young than Butte,

who's horrid, but it's all right because he's only our half brother.

Rodin's a half, too.

He's not?

Yes.

He's not.

Girls, don't be silly, please.

But you two are Rodin, who's related to the Benkeys.

The Benkeys?

But we only have a mama who's an ironmonger's daughter.

So, your mama has proven that anyone can rise to be better than where they came from.

Now you're being silly.

But should one not ask, is it not the great end of religion and in particular the glory of Christianity,

to extinguish the malignant passions, to curb the violence, to control the appetite?

Why?

I want to arrive.

Did I not make myself clear?

No sermons.

Oh.

Well, indeed so.

Yes.

If there is to be no decent entertainment...

The lady's like the withdrawal.

Good God knows, the company of women is generally abominable.

Rodin, take me away.

I change my will.

You must do with your fortune exactly as you wish.

But the structure crawl is even more intolerable.

You're the only one of the entire crew who's worth a fig, my darling boy.

Names, remind me.

Where I was in Violet.

Since when did you hoid and learn to curtsy like ladies?

Becky taught us.

Tomorrow, Rodin, you and I shall discover other talents.

Welcome to the lady's morning pillow jump.

What a mwata plume, boe gliomu, and jump left and right and left around the shoulder.

Right, left, right around the shoulder.

Pretty display.

I mean to do the best by your little sisters, Captain Crawley.

He means you, not us.

My aunt requests the pleasure in the drawing room.

Ah.

Hm.

My vulgar relatives have not a musical bone between them.

You and I are cut from superior cloth.

For if music be the food of love.

If music be the food of love.

Sing on, sing on.

Sing on, sing on.

Till I am filled.

I am filled with joy.

If merit had its just reward, Miss Sharp ought to be sitting where you do.

Or indeed to be a duchess.

Well, for a radical like myself, there ought to be no duchesses at all.

No, you can pretend you believe that if you like.

But I consider this particular young lady my equal in every respect.

Your unmarredgable daughters, butte, might take a leaf from her book.

A paragon, a jewel.

Now, a wulse.

Hahaha.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Go.

Rodden?

Dina is served.

Aunt Matilda, may I have the great honor?

You may not.

Becky will take me into dinner.

Aunt Matilda's costume quick.

And Rodden shall carry my cushion.

Pitt, your task is to organise a ball in our honour.

I hate balls.

You hate balls.

We are the only three Christians in the county, my dear.

Mm.

Where the devil is my son?

George is at headquarters for par.

I'm sure he'll...

Keep still woman.

Mr. George is not convinced, sir.

Damn, Mr. George.

My master of this house?

Dinner.

Well, what are they waiting for now?

Good-bye.

Grace.

Oh, holy righteousness, under my pleasant guard, we ask the blessing upon this food.

Amen.

Yes.

Soup?

The skin of my teeth, I thought I was bound to be laid.

You are laid.

Sit down.

How are we all?

Hungry.

You look pale, Miss Hadley.

Is that Belle?

Just my father ringing the claret.

Miss Osborne, have I, in some way, I cannot account for anger?

Your father.

He was angry with George, not you.

He used to be kinder.

If at all the advantages I never had, they could use of them.

Mixed with a young nobility boy.

My guineas is as good as theirs.

Indeed so, sir.

The one can't carry on with these great folks for nothing.

My purse is empty.

Whatever, Anna, son, is how are you?

And that little thing I carry on.

It's not hard to see.

Pretty clear we are engaged and so on.

But why shouldn't you marry higher than a stockbroker's daughter?

Didn't you order me to marry her?

A hundred years ago, an anti-good obedient boy.

He was fortune's change.

I tell you I'm in confidence.

I don't like the look of setters affairs.

The man is made of money.

He's made of other people's money.

And he's invested it unwisely.

I'll see Amelia's 10,000 pounds in advance.

There'll be no wedding.

I will not have a lame-dacked daughter in my family.

10 o'clock and all's well.

Yes, I do hope so.

She drank seven glasses of champagne and filthy stuff it is too.

And cherry brandy after dinner, then

curacao with her coffee.

I lay five to two and until the drops in a year.

If that young person is flirting with Rorton again, her virtue

won't last the night.

What's that?

A false note.

Oh, ah, relatives.

Sculking.

Intolerable.

Come, my dear, and let us abuse the company.

I have not a true friend in the whole family.

They all want my money.

Money is important, only to people without quality.

What I like best is for a poor fellow to run away with a rich girl.

It's much better the other way around.

For a rich man to marry a miller's daughter, it makes all the fine ladies so angry.

I wish some great man would run away with you.

I'm sure you're pretty enough.

Lord, how I love all foolish marriages.

Between us, I have my heart set on Rorton running away with someone.

Some Rachel, some poor.

You goose.

The great handsome Dandy is crying.

I'm not a good girl.

I'm not a good girl.

You goose. The great handsome Dandy is crippled with debts.

He is not one shilling, but would I give him?

Not an idea in his head beyond his horses.

But he'll be rich when I'm gone.

You mustn't leave yet.

When I very just met you.

Oh.

Oh.

Ah.

The little duchess.

What an honor. A bow before you.

If your aunt really means her protestations about equality.

This family is doomed in the country gone to the dogs.

You don't mind my cigar, Miss Sharp.

I love this man.

Out of doors.

You have a taste, did one?

I'm Joe.

What duchess would stoop to the attentions of a mere captain?

Good night, sir.

She was a student of mine. Yes.

I have nothing to say in the sharps' disfavor.

Her talents are considerable, and I cannot regret that I received her out of charity.

Charity? Her late father was a painter.

Alas, he was.

She was a student of mine.

She was a student of mine.

She was a student of mine.

Her father was a painter. Alas, he was several times bankrupt.

You shall tell me the whole truth, Miss Pinkerton. It will go no further.

December and I may see to it that no Hampshire girl shall grace this establishment again.

Unfortunately, he was never sober.

And her mother represented to me as a French Countess,

forced to flee the revolutionary horrors.

And the truth, he dancer. In the opera.

So, you have sent my family the spawn of a drunk and a harlot.

I only sought to do my Christian duty to an unhappy outcast girl.

Oh, my dear aunt.

You must join me.

He's a gambler. He's a drunkard.

He's shot a man in a duel, and he's the villain who will inherit 50,000 of Matilda.

husband, I have the whole thing under control.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

My mom, go back to bed.

I've got my green silicone. It's too big for you. My mom.

Remember, I am never wrong.

May I have the pleasure?

You can't dance with the staff, sir, bitch, of the world, say.

I couldn't give a brass father. It's my house.

Watch your feet, mine. I haven't danced this century.

I still got it, though.

My father would attempt the virtue of the kitchen cat.

You don't have to worry about him, would you?

But what if the second lady crawl, he won't have fade away to nothing at all?

What if that is the third lady crawling? My next mother?

Did I not say I have everything under control?

Excuse me, Father. Thank you.

I tell you plainly, I do not like the look of this.

Let me tell you how it goes.

Rorgen will seduce her, and she will be ruined.

Meanwhile, your jealous father will send her packing, a Matilda.

I'll forget all her talk of equality in an instant.

Some air in the shop.

Martha, you are brilliant.

Oh, no, Becky. Not so fast. Not so fast. Remember my old age?

Or rather, don't for the still life in me.

Dad, I hope this old fool.

He is fond of me. How is that so amusing?

I'm just giving you a fair warning. Look out, you know.

Do you suppose that I cannot defend my honor?

No, he asked. Indeed, Gad.

Do you suppose, Captain Crawley, that I have no self-respect, because I am poor and friendless?

Do you think because I'm your governess? I have not as much sense and feeling in good breeding as you gently folks in Hampshire.

I'm a mottemorrency, and even if I weren't, you can do this because you have a loving father and I have none.

In the shop? Rebecca? I would happily share the old boy with you.

I've never met anyone like you.

You've never met anyone without a mother, a father, or a penny to her name?

I've never met anyone with so much life in her.

Gad, I wouldn't hurt you for a thousand pounds.

You don't mean to ruin me, sir.

I mean with the utmost respect and affection, Miss Sharp, to kiss you.

The music stops. Becky! Becky!

Not you. I don't want you, Becky. I'm done.

You're a poor boy. I blame him.

My brother gives me mottem when he knows it makes me ill.

Peace and quiet is what you need.

I'm quite a fragile creature, you know?

I can see that.

Oh.

Sometimes I think my entire family is trying to kill me off.

But what if you survived and sought your revenge?

It's why they won't kill you, silly. They're all too afraid of you. I love counting quali.

My valiant guardsmen will protect me.

Shall I take your front?

I didn't hurt it.

I'm so sorry I've not written to you.

I've loved Amelia. These many months passed.

But what news was there to tell at first?

At the sayings and doings of humdrum hall.

And what do you care whether the turnip crop is good or bad?

But from the moment of armtills' arrival, I determined to make myself agreeable.

I commend you on your complete victory.

Is it not a poor governess's duty who has not a friend or protector in the world?

Happy, happy, Amelia.

Who has a dear father who will give you anything you ask for?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. His business partner.

Surely he wants to see me. We have to...

I know, sir. I know.

It's like an oldest friend. There must be some mistake.

Don't let yourself down, sir. Your daughter.

Amelia, come this way.

I hope to see George.

We are not a hooker. We have no admittance.

I don't understand.

Mr Osborne has called in all his lands.

But... I'm here. I can't.

I can't. Is that my...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. It's all right, sir.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Oh, God!

No lame ducks.

My French lease handkerchiefs.

I have them.

Londered here, I suppose, and utterly ruined.

I washed and pressed them myself.

An angel.

Becky! Becky!

Shoo! I need a nurse for more than you need a governess.

Gordon, bring her back!

I have no doubt we will be seeing this shaft again, my dear.

Dear Lord, I pray not.

We escaped.

It's corny. You should know that my father was a martyr, a strong liquor.

And my mother was an opera girl.

Really?

A marvellous... an opera girl?

Oh dear.

Thank you, my dear.

Beware, old London town.

Miss Sharp is on her way.

I'm not a girl.

We are living in a material world.

Some boys roam and some boys know that that's all right with me.

If they can't raise my interest then I have to let them be.