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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 out the love

I'm alone, but watch out the love

Jesus can't move you

Tonight, Becky decides that war isn't so bad

As long as there's money to be made, yes, it's vanity fair

A world where everyone is striving, but what is not worth having

I'm alone, but watch out the love

I'm alone, but watch out the love

I'm alone, but watch out the love

Jesus can't move you

There must be some kind of way out of here

If we don't get there soon, it'll all be over without this regiment firing a shot

Somehow I doubt that, George

Lord, the poor fellows, sir

Help us come to them, eyes forward lad

We will fight together bravely as we've been trained to do

Now harm shall come to us

Oh dear, oh dear me

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear

Jesus, how is your poor dear citizen today?

He says that the French have left 20,000 British dead upon the battlefield

And she says that our army are retreating in the utmost confusion

Who am I?

This French army didn't ten miles of the city and have all those to kill every man within the walls

Just a good question

Even I, here at the realm cannot be expected to spirit horses out of thin air during a battle of matter

Shame on our husband who cannot defend the virtue of his weak and feeble ladies

We can walk good garden madam if you never looked in the mirror

Testing times, my lord, bear acres

Oh indeed, oh madam, if you should know any horses here about sort of yet to be requisitioned

And to be heard of the love nor money, did you know there's a war on?

Here my darlings, here I am, do you miss my reardon?

Madam?

Shh, sit on us

The boy will tell the lords, the lords will tell the ladies and you

My pretty ones will make my fortune today

Sounds just like my grandmother shaking out her blankets

Tiffin?

Your husband mustn't find you ill when he sends Vori after the big tree

I can't

Try, Emmy, please try

The soup, it's very good

How can I eat?

Remember, you're not the only woman whose life is in God's hands today

I can eat

Vegany Pardomis, Lady Bear Acresenter Conquilaments and desires to know the price of Captain Corley's horses

What are hidden in the stables?

How odd, that your mistress should think it could ever be in my custom to try and sack business with the servant

Send me her ladies, would she?

What have a next? Would her ladyship require me to settle the horses myself?

Muck out their stables? I am insulted, sir

Yes, I'd like to know

Can you hear something?

Quiet, boy

The axe in the cavalry ride!

Point's clear!

It's my hat

Protect the colours

What's your leg?

The leg has to repunus

The French have broken me alive

Don't deny

I cannot sell my horses to you

Say your better to me!

I cannot sell my horses to such as will not love them

I shall love any creature that will get me home to England

I'll bet you won't get home, my lady

The French are at the gates and they'll get you first

You and the two great rubies you wore to the Duchess of Richmond's Ball

But fear not

I imagine the gems would interest the savages much more than a lady who wears them

Sell to me

And not only shall you have my rubies, but I shall so far extend my dignity

As to invite you to dine with your betters at Berwick's Hall

If I had any betters in this world, Berwick's Hall is the last place

I should expect to find them, name your price woman

Beyond rubies

March to Waterloo, he says

I can't see any such place on this map

Crawley!

Crawley!

Where in buggeration is Waterloo?

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want

He may have made a lie down in green pastures

He leadeth me beside the still waters

He restored my soul

He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness

The guns

March the guns, please

They are silent

I saw they are

Pretty night at least

The men on that hill over there

I see no hill, not in this murk

Hundreds of them, thousands

All guns, creatures, just like you and me, George

And yet tonight, with all my soul, I wish them as dead as the earth they sit upon

What kind of world would it be if the wishes of dear old Dobbina Vars fell always on deaf ears

I shall be the glory old friend, depend upon him

I shall be the glory old friend

Mr Joseph, sit, no appetite, what can I leave you so?

The most tragic want of horses?

What are you horses for?

You can't imagine immediately you would leave without her husband, and clearly you would not leave without your sister so

He shall remain

To a way to fate worse than death

They say the enemy shall spare the women?

How unusual

I do fear for you, Mr Joseph

Should the French find you looking quite so much the military man?

Your military great coat, Miss you, with the gold frogging?

Take it, your... that cap with the ostrich?

Take it, take what you like, but find me some damn horses

I have heard a rumor, sir

Beneath the confident rider he is as quiet as a lamb, as fast as a hair

Can you stand my way?

In the strongest in orcs, so you and Emilio and Bull Finch and your servant, Mrs O'Dadd on Fox Cup

By both animals?

The horses are inseparable, sir, as are the ladies

But when my rauden comes home, if he comes home, then Mr. saidly

Mrs. Crawley, I beg you, how much for Bull Finch and Fox Cup?

I beg you for the love of God, how much?

God forgive you, Mr. Saidly, for you are nothing better than a coward

Don't listen to her, Emil

Find sight, I would be riding a pillion behind that great dandy

Pete, I have two horses, I have near bankrupted myself to get them

I don't watch till I get the word from Mick

And I'm not asking you, you mad patty witch

Emilio, dear sister, for the last time, will you come with me?

Joseph, dear his brother, I cannot leave without my husband

I dare call preserve you

Oh, and now look, our first poor fellas are back, come on

Joseph, please, come on, please, come on, please

Don't whisper anything, remember we are in God's hat

God, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry

Yes, he knows what I'm going to do, I'm going to do it

Captain Dobbin said I was to be taken in here, to pay the driver two opponents

My mother will pay you back

Right, who can help him, come on, pass him down

I'll be careful, but you can't be careful

Epilets, plumes, straight from the battlefield

The blood still warm on some of these latest German stuff, madam

Nah, only all French ones

Onwards, is it off? Ever onwards?

We can get you half

He's Captain Osborne, and collect down the Frenchman in slash-week

Oh, slowly, slowly, slowly, slow

Well, I didn't hear you

He was a hero, I tried to make mine

So is Dobbin, this officer in the army has Captain Dobbin, Mark

So kind and modest and cool under fire, and so we saw them off

And see the war is over

Lord, no miss

No, I'm not only waiting for the ground to dry

Come on, brave, come on

This is...

That's it

Well prepared, brave lad's own

The French artillery are coming about

Indeed they are, tell the 44th and the 47th to expect cavalry

Right?

Sergeant Major, fix bayonets

Lieutenant, well fixed bayonets

Right?

Pull it

Prepare to receive cavalry

Prepare to receive cavalry

Ready, there artillery is coming into range

Go ahead, let's go

Into your hands, O Lord

Get in the ground

Get in the ground

Get in the ground

Keep the light tight

Hold it with the chance

Keep the light tight

Hold the light tight

Sir

May they be cut down like a field of corn

Sergeant Major, block off

Dead E!

Hold the light

Captain Osborne, my section, prepare to give fire

Prepare to fire

Wait

Captain Osborne

Captain Osborne, open fire

I did hold you fire, damn you

Captain Osborne, hold you fire

Enmore, wait

A section, open fire

Hey company, front rank fire

Hey company, front rank fire

Hey company, center fire

Hey company, center fire

Enmore, wait

Hey company, center fire

Enmore, wait

Center fire

The French are retreating

Not for long

He's getting hard to see, sir

Enmore, wait

Excuse me

Greetings, delay

of

town needs to run reproduce someone off

and

from

game

from

home

I'm going to get you.

Hey, they come.

It's 30 hours.

It's 30.

No!

No!

Go!

Go!

Go!

First rock!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Second ring!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

On your own port, halt!

Charge, planet!

Fire!

Fire!

Center, ordinary!

Launch!

Launch, up, out!

See you, up!

Back them all the way to Paris!

Now is our time!

Yeah!

It is a letter from Mrs. Crawley.

I see Rordon has sold out of the guards as a colonel.

The valiant creature does deserve a quieter life.

Oh!

A pair of French epilots.

Across the legion of honour.

And a hilt of a sword.

And does Mrs. Rebecca claim as usual that the heroic Erno Rordon cut said objects from a Frenchman begging for his life?

Well, it could be true.

It's older.

It was entertaining at first, but I'm bored with the battle of Waterloo.

Oh!

We did win, after all!

Mrs. Osborne quite well.

Mrs. Osborne warm enough!

Oh!

How did that?

Mr. Osborne!

Simon, jam you!

Hold driver! I will see you, sir!

You presume to command me Captain Dommen?

Almost there now salute Major Dommen.

Since better men than you have died, and you step into their shoes?

But the men are dead. Yes, sir.

Nothing could have prepared us for the slaughter.

There were times when I thought...

I thought this might be the only battle in the sorry history of the world.

But not a single man on either side was left alive.

Job was done. We move on.

His widow is without means, sir.

And soon the poor lady will be a mother.

Will you punish the child for the sins of the parent, or will you forgive the child your grandchild, sir, for the sake of George?

I thought more bravely than even you could have hoped.

That boy died without ever confessing he did me wrong.

Without ever apologizing to a father, he wronged so wickedly.

Believe me, he deeply regretted the loss of your affection.

She may have seven children and staff for all I care.

She is dead to me.

Oh, don't cry, little man.

How am I supposed to know what's the matter with him?

It's a long journey, perhaps he's tired or hungry.

Are you hungry, little man?

We'll have to wait like the rest of us.

Oh, is that nice?

Did you like that?

I don't know where you bother when there will be seven to the hotel.

No, you'd accept better from me, don't you, young man?

Who's my soldier?

Who's my little soldier?

Who's my little soldier?

Right, it's been long enough.

We must go back to London.

Why?

Because he is the image of you and the money's all gone.

Go on.

I've brought him.

That's so sweet, William.

What would we do without you?

Just have to pop them over there, quietly.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

It's wonderful to see the change in you, Amelia.

He is so beautiful.

So like my George, isn't he?

I'm so perfect.

I'm come to say goodbye.

Why, where are you going?

The regiment is under orders for India.

I shall be gone a very long time.

All right to you.

All about Georgie.

All his adventures and all his scrapes.

I know how good you've been to Sparth.

Come, Lisa.

Look at him.

Isn't he an angel?

He is shaking your hand goodbye.

God bless you both.

Present arms?

Oh, Mrs. Crawley, I thought you were the doctor.

Oh.

I wish the doctor would come.

I don't know what to do.

She won't let me near her.

Dear Mrs. Crawley, remember how well I nursed you once?

I was having this time.

I shall nurse you again if you'll permit me.

I'm so sorry.

Everything's gone wrong since we parted.

I regret it so much.

I love Ron and he loves me.

But I never wanted to be a mother.

I never had one of my own head on how to be one now.

And to be excluded from the light of your love has caused so much hurt.

Oh, Mrs. Crawley, please forgive us.

We can move in.

What, here?

Why not?

Because it's not ours.

Because the whole family will stand up and drive us out.

Why don't you see that?

And where do you suggest we all live?

For our invalid.

Oh, Mr. Raggles.

Such a terrible news.

It's not a palace, Mrs. Crawley.

Not even a mansion such as you and the colonel are used to.

It's quite charming, Mr. Raggles.

Some might say it's a big step for Mrs. Raggles to set ourselves up as landlords.

Just working with people.

See the fruits of their labors.

We can't afford to make that.

As soon as your aunt's wallet's red.

Poor old girl is not yet cold in her grave.

And who's to say she will favour us at last?

I am a till the crawley.

I am a till the crawley.

I am a till the crawley.

I am a till the crawley.

I am a till the crawley.

Do by this my last will and testament further give and bequeathe.

To my companion of many years, Miss Arabella Briggs,

my second best tea service, and the sum of six hundred pounds.

Oh, not just her.

No.

To my younger nephew, Rodden Crawley,

my prize collection of souvenirs from the Battle of Waterloo

and a single payment of...

Yes.

One hundred pounds.

In full valuation of my esteem for the choices he's made in his life.

Oh, dear.

Oh, my poor dear Rodden.

Oh.

You jumped the wrong way there, Becky, my girl.

The residual part of my estate, the house, and some seventy thousand pounds,

I leave to my nephew, Butte, and his heirs in perpetuity.

They poisoned her against us, the villains.

The smug, poisonous black-hearted devils.

All the rage in the world won't get us your arks money now.

Rodden, listen to me. Listen.

We must stay friends with your brother.

There's no point making enemies where the money is,

and if things go really badly, well,

I'll be as governless and you can be as butler.

No, all right, stable boy.

Dear, it's times when you show me a smile.

You know I'm right.

And why shouldn't I live in Mayfair?

Because I cannot afford the rent.

Listen to me.

This shall be our gaming room.

Here you will play all cameras in all games.

Farrow, pique, acate,

It'll be like a club, in a private house.

Warm, comfortable, respectable.

You will win, except when I judge you a help for you to lose,

and I will grow in charm with each profitable day.

What could possibly go wrong?

This is Rodden Crawley.

This might be your best plan yet.

Good morning. Good morning.

Look at all of you. Happy Christmas.

I wish you could see how delighted he is with the gifts you send.

Oh, William.

I wish you could see him growing up.

Rules over us.

Rules over us all, as did his father.

Every night we pray together to ask our dear Lord to bless my husband as if.

As if he had not left us.

And we always add a little prayer for you.

For our only friend, on the other side of the world, in India.

Major Dublin, won't you join us for a cup of tea?

I'm afraid, um...

Excuse me.

Dear Jane, I hope this letter finds you well, and the worst of your grief is past.

I think of your dear brother every day, and mourn his loss.

I think also of his child, and the poor widow he left behind.

I wish with all my heart they had a friend closer than 5,000 miles.

I still long to believe, for George is safe. Your father's heart may one day melt.

God's name is lost. What does it matter with you tonight?

I've seen him, sir.

I've seen little George and Sir. He's as beautiful as an angel.

And he's the living image.

Who are you? What do you want?

George, where are you, man?

I'm alone here.

Just a little ride together. Just half an hour.

Parents are from home, Jane.

Is the child's grandfather?

Amelia, please.

Wait there.

Ready? Go to want to Jane.

I'm here.

So, young George.

Yes, sir?

Do you know who I am?

No, sir.

I'm your grandfather.

No, you're not.

Mary again.

He's very generous if you'll listen. He says even if you marry again, the allowance he makes you will continue.

Take money to part from my child. He doesn't say that.

It must be understood that the child will live entirely with his grandfather and the Osborne Residence and will be occasionally permitted to see Mrs. George Osborne.

This is an insult. Amelia, it doesn't do to be selfish.

You call a mother selfish, you will not give up her child.

Mrs. Osborne says here in black and white that he will make George his heir that he will inherit everything his father lost.

When he made the dreadful mistake of marrying me.

Every child must leave his mother's petticoat someday.

I lost my husband. I will not lose my son. The answer is still no.

Siegerson, sizes of

mangoes,

avascript

Oh, no, you don't. There'll be hell to pay if you disturb your mamma singing.

Ah, please take Roddy up to bed.

I don't want it to.

Boy, can't I stay down here with you in the morning?

I don't want to call her mamma, not when she has guests, no? He's a brave boy.

I wish mamma would sing for me.

Stay with him to this, the oops.

Ah, it's a confectment. I'll save you something.

My lord, Steen.

And how is Mrs. Crawley's husband?

Still busy keeping the wolf from the door?

I read the letters to Legalier he said,

I'll be Leave your children out soon.

Miss or Hang in your circle?

No, go, go away.

Why don't we interruptbillionary dog solved away?

To share your fake feelings.

As the

Fatigue is woman Premdos,

yellow said,

about tomorrow, oh no, stop, it'll soon be here, it'll be here

better than before yesterday's gone

Why don't think about the times to come?

None about the things you've done

If your life was bad to you