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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 that love

I'm alone, but watch that love

Sometimes I can't go through

Tonight, Becky's fortunes go up

And then down, is she downhearted?

No, this is Vanity Fair

A world where everyone is striving for what is not worth having

I'm alone, but watch that love

And then down, is she down

Oh, I so love to see her in pretty close

She's worth every penny

She's an angel, the only one in the whole world I can really trust

I wonder what on earth we did with us

Her in days gone by

Heaven's sake breaks, every day a new snivel

We're done on last time

The Holy One's escaped

The party of the looks are all getting me

Gavin is forces

Juka Wellington, record to command

Bless you sir

Anything more is written to go

You haven't told her, nothing to tell yet

Napoleon's escaped from Elba

The Duke of Wellington's already in Belgium and there's nothing for a soldier to tell his fiancée

You know what the one wants to deal with beeping and wailing?

I'm putting it off as long as possible, I'll tell them we get our marching orders

I don't think we'll ever let you lose out

Loki called out on prey

For sleep and the ever as long

For a little like you read

I'm calm

I'm hot

I'm so scared, so scared

Don't leave me

I'm here, I'm here, I'm always here, there's nothing to fear

Death will come for me and I shall face him alone

For I have done no good in my life

No, I would be one of those pathetic women who die

Unmoved

Elba King

Hmm

Kurt, misery got

Just damn your eyes

Ooh, calm the wrong way, that's boy

All gone wrong

It's just him, that's the one

Right up?

Odd sort of place to live?

It's a perfectly respectable neighbourhood aunt

I know that we're pleased to see us

Amelia, we were passing and it couldn't resist a Matilda yet and so

The middling sort, are they?

Stockbrokers, aren't

That you hate that kind of snobbery?

Oh, Becky, what a lovely surprise

Oh, Becky, oh, George, look who's here

Miss Sharp

Oh, where'd you come in Miss Grully?

Without a proper invitation?

Perhaps, it's the modern way

It's just him, Rachel

T, madam.

Wine, I think, Sam.

Of course. Wine. Thank you.

But miss. In the garden?

No, fresh air has fatal to ladies of distinction.

My dear Mrs. Sedley, I do wonder at your judgement in letting him loose on the porcelain.

Sam, Sam, I'm so sorry.

It's not me you should be worrying about. How can they have wine, Miss? The master sold the seller.

What? This is none of your concern, Amelia.

A gentleman is entitled to sell his wine. It's an investment just like any other.

Did the sale raise an earth, mama?

Enough to repay Mr Osborne?

I'm not privy to the gentleman's business now.

I'm a gentleman's family now, Mr Osborne. Good old English country stock.

No blin serious, going back generations.

So may I take it your new situation has not proved to be the ordeal you feared, Miss Sharp.

The wages are tolerable. Thank you for reminding me of the class of person which needs to earn them.

I don't even make a polite inquiry.

Just think, Mr Osborne.

Had you not stood in Mr Joss's way, you could have had a mott marency for a sister-in-law,

which, considering your own, unimpressive pedigree would have been quite a coup.

Who was your grandfather exactly?

He was a butcher.

Well, I am not ashamed of my family.

No, I have mine, sir.

Miss Sharp?

The carriage is ready, and my aunt is tiring.

Lord, she is that.

He likes you.

Harsh nonsense.

He's rich.

Or you soon will be.

He's so handsome.

He is very handsome.

Sharp by name, and sharp I fear by nature.

Our Miss Sharp? Wild.

Proud, a desperate flirt.

I only want you as a friend, probably.

Goodbye.

Sage advice.

Thank you.

Come on, boy.

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

She tripped over her dress.

Oryx.

Take the girls.

Well, long comes.

He's going to have to escape your won'ts days.

Long phase.

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Oh, come on, Miss, sir.

Miss Sharp joins us from Queens, Cawley.

I was born on that estate, Miss.

Oh, no.

The son of a humble under guard,

and the married the cook, rose to be a butler.

Now, look at me.

I can see you've done very well for yourself, Mr. Raggles.

Not just a shopkeeper. Not anymore.

Mrs. Raggles and I are planned to buy a house to lit.

You shall be landlords.

You climbed the very heights, Mr. Raggles.

Oh, there's some jam for you, T.

Oh!

Mr. Raggles brought it for you, especially.

Is there not a single little sweet meat in this house?

The poor cell.

How I long to smooth her fevered brow.

Oh, God.

It's no pleasure to meet you to sit up all night with her.

And I wish she would let you do it instead.

Oh, my dear friend.

May I call you a rebellion?

Have another glass of wine.

Oh, God.

You are still her companion, where as I am,

but a poor little girl without a jot of harm in me.

To friendship.

To friendship.

Yes, dear Becky.

Let no rivalry come between us.

Hey!

Have I not tended that dear couch for 23 years?

Oh, I've been on tended that dear couch for 23 years.

And her.

What is it, Briggs?

Your brother is here.

He's hand out, no doubt.

Get rid of him, Becky.

He's wearing black crepe.

Oh.

Mm.

Mm.

Miss Crawley offers her condolences on your sad news, sir.

Unfortunately, she is not well enough to descend.

That's not her I want, Miss.

I want you, Becky.

Back at Queen's Crawley, directly.

I hope to come soon, sir.

Once Miss Crawley is better.

Earl cast you off like an old shoe when she's worn you out.

But me, Becky, I can't get on without you.

The asshole goes wrong.

The girls run wild.

All me accounts have got muddled again.

Sir, Bidd, I cannot leave your sister.

Then come as Lady Crawley.

Get out!

Marry me, Becky.

There.

Well, that satisfy you.

Come back with me and be my wife.

And Lady ship not even buried.

Hands a pit is on his knees, proposing to be sharp.

Get out, my way.

Sean!

You shall do what you like and spend what you like,

have it all your own way.

I'll make you happy.

You see if I don't, Becky.

Forgive me.

You shall be the mistress of Queen's Crawley, four thousand pound a year.

And when I'm gone, you can have the lot.

I leave it all to you.

Oh, I cannot marry you.

If there's another suitor with a better offer,

I'd like to see the whites of his eyes.

And there is no suitor.

And marry me, be my queen.

I'm married already.

And it would take you to be a wife without a shilling to your fortune.

Some street sweeper.

No.

If the proposal is respectable, it's not the gentleman supposed to kneel before the lady.

Please, God, tell her.

I have thanks the pit crawly mom,

but I've told him that I never can become his lady.

A prima shop, are you waiting for the Prince Regent's divorce?

If you think our family is not good enough for you?

You leave her alone, Matilda.

Whether she marries me or not, she's a good little girl.

And I'm her friend.

Don't be a ridiculous pit.

Your room at Queen's Crawley is waiting whenever you're ready.

Go for it, you!

Why on earth would the child say no to him?

And don't say old and ugly.

There must be some obstacle in the form of an existing romantic attachment.

Various stutes, Briggs.

Some aposicry, perhaps?

Or a house painter?

Or maybe a young curates has touched your heart?

His young, certainly.

More than that.

Forgive me, I cannot say.

My silly love struck darling.

I'll set the young fellow up in a shop.

You'll have to tell me his name then, or I won't be able to get him a sign.

And his Crawley love me always, promise you would love me always.

And we're going to go sentimental on me, Rebecca. It doesn't suit you.

Herv Slip.

But first I'm coldness, I would have confessed all right there and then.

There's only one she'd set you up in a shop.

You're not regressing, is it, are you?

I'm here with you.

Right now.

How shall I regret marriage?

Because you could have married the Lord of the manor instead.

I did regret that for one long moment.

You're a booby, I'm joking.

I do keep wondering if we should have tried for Matilda's blessing in advance.

So much more romantic just running away, there wasn't it?

If we'd tried, and she'd said no, you might have just married me at all.

Oh yes, I would.

My aunt adores us both, and she will come round.

I do have a plan.

A letter for Miss Briggs.

Miss Briggs never gets letters.

It is from Ms. Sharp.

Ms. Sharp?

Yes, dear Becky.

She's not upstairs in her room.

Oh.

Oh, come on.

Dear friend of my heart, break the news as your delicate sympathy will know how to our dear,

our beloved, benefactress.

Baker, to receive her children.

Children?

I don't understand what you're talking about.

Can I see that?

For I am wedded to the best and most generous of men.

Miss Crawley's Roden is my Roden.

Where it to Roden?

Monster, rush, traitor!

You're affectionate and grateful, Rebecca Crawley.

Treasure hunter, revolutionary.

Trimble for the answer, which is to see her happiness.

Trimble, Vixen.

Trimble in vain.

Give me one but him!

Get out!

Aaaah!

Aaaah!

I might have guessed.

Someone has to clear up after you.

You are stopping our letters from getting to her.

Dear Aunt Matilda is prostrate with grief and affliction.

Such as the reading of begging letters is medically prohibited.

Yes, in other words.

We just call her lovely to see you.

What if she never comes round next?

What if she cuts me off without a penny?

Then I'll make your fortune.

Gatto, I really think you could.

Oh, look.

A sale.

Due to the bankruptcy of John Sedley, stop, Roker.

Gatto.

Sam, hello.

Where are the family? Where's Amelia?

Mr Sedley went bust and I moved on.

The three tons in black fries.

If you ever find yourself in need of a pint.

There's plenty more stuff in there.

Vultures.

Let's see if we can afford some of the silver.

What's 11 for this fine landscape painting?

Gilded frame, artist as known.

You want to start me off? You want to start me?

Oh, well, no, I must have this.

What a fat fellow on an elephant.

Amelia's brother was a great pet of mine.

What?

12 for this beautiful piano.

Fine instrument. We're not casing.

Well used, but well looked after.

Who's going to start the bidding then, ladies and gentlemen?

14 guineas. 14 guineas. Thank you.

Amelia knows I never had a piano in my life.

She'd want me to have it.

50. Thank you. 60.

That's twice when it's worth.

Thank you, Sal, looking for 17.

20. Thank you, sir.

25.

25 guineas, ladies and gentlemen.

25 guineas, but it's 5 piano.

You know, he and my rival is, but he has long pockets.

It's going once, twice.

Well, bit, sir.

It's a lot.

13, ladies and gentlemen, this is my boss.

Captain, you have a lot to do.

Captain, job in!

What a terrible fate to lose everything you have.

My piano.

Amelia, what's the meaning of this?

It means that George has not forgotten me in spite of everything that keeps us apart.

You will send that piano back.

You will also send back his letters and a drink at sea has given you.

You will make it clear to Captain George Osborne that his engagement to you.

No, don't say it!

It's not what he's ended.

What?

For pity's sake, Mr. Suddly, she shall at least keep her piano.

Is the honour of our family completely worthless to you?

That man has made us bankrupt.

Our name can never be united with Adam Osborne, never, never!

So what, if old Suddly owes your father a bit of money?

Well, it's more than a bit, Crawley.

I mean, the old man went down, owing father thousands.

Well, your father's got thousands.

And if they were old friends, what difference does that make?

Gentlemen, any grown man that loved a woman would run off and marry her and say,

damn to all the old rogues, or am I wrong.

We're not wrong.

It's not as easy as that.

Young George here called her a wild and desperate flirt.

But the new Mrs. Crawley is making me a very happy man.

You got married?

To Rebecca?

I did.

Captain Osborne, sir.

My dear, it's George.

My papa has ordered me to return to you these presents.

And I am to write to you for the last time.

I release you from an engagement that is impossible in our present misery.

Goodbye, my love.

I pray to God to bless you always.

Amelia.

Please.

Take one!

All these years it never occurred to me I might not marry Amelia.

Yes?

Sir, marching orders.

It was never a decision I made, nor a decision I ever thought would be unmade.

It's not all about you, George. You know her. She'll be...

I, won't she?

Captain.

But this is wonderful news.

But then I'm marching away to war.

This is wonderful news for our campaign which is not against Napoleon, but against your arm until death.

So...

My dearest aunt, I married a painter's daughter and I'm not ashamed of the union.

Run me through the body of fire.

Dear old Booby.

Before quitting these shores and commencing a battle which may prove fatal.

I'm just telling you on bags.

I beseech you before I depart. Perhaps never to return.

Might you fast for you?

No, it's just...

But it doesn't really sound much like me.

Not your letter to sound like you.

Dear aunt, Julie Warm here, thanks for the cake.

You're perhaps I am a full-back, even. You shouldn't say so.

Are you darling?

I beseech you spell with two ease.

I ask nothing from you as the battle begins, but that we part, not in anger.

Believe that I love you for yourself and not for money's sake.

Let me, let me see you before I go.

That's not Rodin.

He never wrote me a letter in his life without asking for money.

But poor Captain Crawley goes to war.

A May parish?

I still think it's romantic. Star-crossed lovers and so on.

Briggs?

Oh Miss Crawley, do forgive the dear creatures.

Briggs, sunlight is bad for in-billeds.

Let us return to the Lord for guidance.

It is not enough to come forth with a demonstration, however pathetic,

of the evanescent character of all the clever sort of boy, Rodin,

with a very, very affectionate one.

The picture is enough to marry the offspring of an opera girl,

which tub, though we ladies may blush to admit, we know, really means...

No, stop.

Don't be cruel. Harlot.

Never nears when to stop, does she, Briggs?

I'll do all the talking. You just stand there and look romantic and suffering and tall.

Right.

She's here.

Oh, I'm a rebeler.

Please forgive me, it was not my idea to drag you into our tale of heartbreak and what?

I can't stay long. Martha is banished to Queen's Crawley, and I am back in favor,

and I'm wish to stay that way here.

I wrote to you for I only do as my Rodin bids.

My heart is his forever.

Yet soon he marches to war.

Oh, I'm a rebeler. Imagine.

Oh, I do. I do.

I believe my proud friend begins to regret her breach with you, Captain Crawley.

Oh, let us make a plan.

Oh, just this.

My point is a man who can get 10,000 a year by staying at home

is a fool to risk his life abroad.

I am a soldier father.

Honor demands I must obey my country's call.

Honor demands you should not make that swindling bankrupts daughter.

Mr. Sedley is not a swindler.

In any case, he's sadly broken off our engagement.

Eventually all my dreams come true this night.

Here you come.

I'm a great staying.

200,000 diamonds, his biggest pigeons ex.

We've come to be able to remember?

Mary Herr Boy.

Miss Ruder, pleasure.

Mr. Osborne.

Sir.

Sir.

You won't find in our humble mansion that splendor of fair

to which you are accustomed. My name is Swartz.

For I am a plain humble British merchant.

We are all creatures of modern Britain. Now we're not Miss Swartz.

We take the places we deserve. Not those to which we were born.

I was born in Barbados.

And you miss it?

The sun shines more often over there.

But the education is superior here.

I hope to leave Miss Pinkerton's very much an English lady.

Miss Pinkerton's in Chiswick.

They're very same, do you know it?

I wonder if you were ever friendly with a Miss Amelia, sadly?

I was. The dearest girl, so kind and generous.

Such friends we were.

What lovely weather we've had this week.

Almost of West Indian.

Choose your course, boy.

Miss Swartz, I love Amelia and we've been engaged almost all our lives.

How dare you, sir?

There is not a word to be used on the eve of war to a gentleman and an officer of the British army.

I shall see what I like to my own son.

I can cut him off without a sling, if I like.

I know very well that you give me plenty of money, sir.

You tell me so often, there's no fear of my forgetting.

I have no beggar marriages.

Who told me to love her?

I have no love.

I have no love.

I have no beggar marriages.

You.

I might indeed have chosen elsewhere and looked higher perhaps in your society, but I obeyed you.

And now that her heart is mine, you order me to fling it away, to punish her, to kill her perhaps.

It is a shame by heavens.

What do you do as I tell you? Once and for all, sir.

Or will you take your peck and walk out of this house forever?

I will do as my honor demands.

Perhaps I should have worn the grey.

It's not like you to get nervous.

Perhaps you must have took the place all the time.

Oh, Miss Breaks is a friend indeed.

Wait, wait for my signal.

Right.

Now.

Kat.

Quick.

Von Rodden, hurry.

So, what chance?

Les Mardins of Paris.

Lovely day.

You wish to speak to me?

Speak.

Ah. Yes, well, um, just, um...

I am sorry that we've had a, uh, disagreement.

She's a great girl, Lard.

Now, I, uh, I couldn't be happier and all that.

She will betray you. That she betrayed me.

You must know, Lard.

I truly married for love.

Then you were worse than a fool.

She will drag you down into the mire.

You're a lost soul, Rodden.

I'm not with that, pity.

Attend my lawyer tomorrow.

Driver.

Why'd you get down?

Because she told me, is it?

You could have ridden with her all the way back to the house,

squired her indoors, pushed her advantage.

No, I couldn't leave you to get home on your own.

Rodden, how can you not have realized that I am perfectly capable of being left to do anything by myself?

Unlike me.

Me?

She bade me go to her lawyers in the morning.

Whether will be something for me.

No.

Never up, baby.

George.

I've been walking all night.

You are a true friend.

And a true gentleman, Dobbyn, and I am ashamed of how far I lag behind you.

I beg to impose on your friendship on a matter of the greatest importance.

I am a true friend.

Excite, I never thought to see.

Dobbyn, I will do the right thing.

Darest, Denny.

Darest wife.

What's this?

Stop.

Stop.

Emi, please come inside. Please.

Stand back, sir.

For pity's sake.

It seems to me that for all the happiest moments of my life, you have been there.

Did you have a friend to show you the same kindness on the eve of your wedding?

I was at Fool who rushes in alone where battalions of angels feared a tread.

But you are happy, Becky.

If I don't know what you're saying, I'll be right.

I'll be right.

I'll be right.

I'll be right.

I'll be right.

I'll be right.

Happy, Becky.

Financial is room for improvement.

But you really love him.

Of course.

Though we are still honeymooning.

There's plenty of time for the scales to fall from our eyes.

I can't remember a time before I loved George.

He's always been there.

He's so good.

As you are.

I could be good.

I could be very good on 5,000 a year.

I'll be well, Becky.

In the end.

What can prevent it?

Morning.

You shall be the prettiest bride in the whole world.

I only wish my family were.

I have always managed without one of those.

Now we have husbands instead.

And so I ask again, when war will soon break over our heads,

who are you to play with two young people's affections and break their hearts?

I help that villain's father when he had not a shilling to his name.

I'd rather see my daughter dead at my feet than marry to the son of an ungrateful enemy.

If you do not give her your consent, sir, it will be her loving duty before God to marry without it.

Together, you and I, we can stop this marriage. She listens to you.

Come on, stand in the way of your daughter's happiness.

I might have power over nothing in this world, Captain Dobby.

None of us has power over love, sir.

Oh.

Mistaken?

No, certainly.

I see.

Your aunt was quite clear.

Clear.

Yes.

Always.

Please convey my thanks to her.

Dilly beloved, we are gathered here in the sight of God,

and in the face of this congregation,

to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony.

And is commended of St. Paul to be honorable among all men.

Therefore, if any man can show any just cause,

why they may not lawfully be joined together,

let him now speak or else hereafter, forever hold his peace.

Will thou have this woman thy wedded wife?

I will.

Will thou have this man to thy wedded husband?

I will.

I pronounce that they be man and wife together.

I am not a man and wife together.

May I kiss the bride to who wants?

And now it's your turn, William.

Thank you for everything you have done to bring us to this happy day.

20 pounds.

And a letter from her lawyer saying please leave us alone now.

My entire legacy from Aunt Matilda.

Bex, it's not even enough to cover the rent.

We don't want to be paying that.

We don't need the case anyway.

No, we don't.

Why not?

Becky, how will we manage now we are both married women,

but for an instant before the war carries our men folk away,

none says we'll go with them.

Oh?

No, no, I don't think that's a good idea.

Why not?

Plenty of offices take their lives.

Oh, George, don't let us be cause here.

Ah, a new adventure in which a mealyer invades the low countries.

Capitol.

Ah.

Driver.

She's a mess.

She's a mess.

You're having that spell.

And so, Captain Dovin, you've labored long and hard to achieve something I cannot believe you really want.

I'm... I'm very happy for the looks.

Becky?

Becky.

Thank you.

Don't ask me.

What you know is true.

Don't have to tell you.

I love your precious heart.

I...

I was standing.

You were there.

Two worlds collided.

And they could never tear us apart.

We could live...

For a thousand years.

But if I hurt you...