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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

Tense us can't move you

Tonight Becky is lost and then she is found

But does she have a happy ending?

Well, this is Vanity Fair

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

I'm alone, but watch tell love

I'm alone, but watch tell love

Tense us can't move you

There must be some kind of way out of here

Becky!

Leave!

I want that it should come to death

To lose our shot to the paylifts because my husband wouldn't stand up to her

Men

I don't want money

Right, my husband is offered to pay off the national debt

I don't want money

What then?

What?

What? Rodden?

It's the boy

Go to your room!

Mother is the name for God in the minds of little children

And my boy worships a stone

All he did, he got over it

We both got over it

There's 600 here

Give it to Paul Briggs

As you've never have taken his offer

Listen, but, er...

I think you'd agree that the old place could do with a housekeeper?

Queens Crawley could swallow a whole army of them

Take Briggs, she loves Roddie

As his mother don't

I beg you, be a friend to them both

Don't do anything foolish

What's the meaning of this?

Did some little rodent squeak?

How dare you?

Servant sit in my presence on my side

I'm not sure what I'm saying

What's the meaning of this?

Did some little rodent squeak?

How dare you? Servant sit in my presence on my sofa

This here is Mrs. Raggle's sofa

Get out!

Pay our wages and you won't see us for thus

Mr. Raggle, do you permit these insults to me of a poor, defenseless woman?

You live five years in this house

And pay perhaps a third of the rent due to me

Without that money I am bankrupt and I trusted you because you were a crawley

Exactly, so as soon as the colonel comes home, would he ever come home to such a shoe?

We shall lose this house as well as the shop

Mrs. Crawley, my family is no roof over its head

What's the meaning of this?

Rodden, Rodden, this is not a good idea

Does he need to challenge you?

To a duel?

You'll have to learn to shoot from a surprisingly long distance

I have a plan for the dashing colonel

Brother, dear brother, this is not the way

My lord, Steen, gives notice that you may expect a communication laying out his terms

Terms, I want satisfaction

Such as you are incense, sir, to be crushed beneath his lordship's feet

Does he know who we are?

So cute

Rebecca?

No word?

I have received Lord Steen alone a hundred times, it's true

But I am only guilty of too much devotedness to Rodden's service

Our family service, I look for a peerage for you

Oh my god, reconcile us, dear brother

Pity me and bring my cruel, cruel Rodden home

Prime innocent as the day is long

Your soul is black with vanity

You don't forget me now, will you?

We said boring when I'm gone

Congratulations, Rodden Crawley

Who, upon the recommendation of Lord Steen, is appointed Governor-General of Coventry Island

With promotion?

Coventry Island?

I don't know either, somewhere off the Ivory Coast I think, Africa

Hot then, and wet

Mosquitoes the size of parrots

The last Governor-General died within six months, I believe

Don't go

Rodden, I beg you

No wife

No home

No honour

What else is there left?

It's the end of the line

Come on

Come on

Major Darwin?

Mine's away, as usual

Did you try some of that chamomile tea?

Lord Veena, for sure the best cure for melancholy and a gentleman is not chamomile tea

Dobbit, Dobbit, a letter from my mother, you'll never guess

What's wrong, Ert?

My sister, she's, um, dang it

To be married?

To the vicar

Put that face away now

If nothing else will ever truly make the happy with him

So you must fly away home now and prevent that wedding

I beg you, her dad, mother of all the regiment

Your blessing is on the wild

The wis are grey, sadly, loving wife and mother

Not so loving towards the end

She endured many trials, father

Which I caused

A new bore, my patient dear

Ah, Reverend Binney, good morning, good to see you

Good morning, good morning

Shall we walk together?

Oh, pleasure

Why all the rush?

Five months travelling in barely a night to restore our wits

Let alone a poor suffering stomachs

Find here for the rose hips, Mrs. Osborne

Yes, I shall make syrup for the harvest supper

I think it may be coming on to rain, but we have our butterfly hunt

Mr. S

Find here for the rose hips, Mrs. Osborne

Yes, I shall make syrup for the harvest supper

I think it may be coming on to rain, but we have our butterfly hunt

Mr. S

Find here for the rose hips, Mrs. Osborne

Yes, I shall make syrup for the harvest supper

I think it may be coming on to rain, but we have our butterfly hunt

Mr. S

Find here for the rose hips, Mrs. Osborne

Yes, I shall make syrup for the harvest supper

I think it may be coming on to rain, but we have our butterfly hunt

Mr. S suddenly, do you know these gentlemen?

William?

Josh!

Oh, my dear boy, may you drop in?

Mr. S suddenly, we'll leave you to your guests

My dear Amelia

My darling, grab her?

Come on, let's get you inside

I'll bring you home

Was I wrong to imagine I should be congratulating you on your engagement?

Oh, happily I was saved further embarrassment by the arrival of that very charming new teacher

But where is your lady wife?

You were to marry Miss O'Dow

I'm known throughout India as a hopeless old bachelor

The English summer?

It's purest heaven to me

I'm not going to run

So, she, none of my investments was on the line, it's not really

Look at this

Yes, there will be tea, Georgie has grown so tall

You must go and visit him while you're in London

You still play it, can it?

Of course

The kindest man in the world to seek it out, return it to me

Knowing how much it meant

It was the greatest pleasure of my life, I assure you, Amelia

What?

No

No, that's...

I've heard someone else

Amelia, Amelia, Amelia, please

How could it not be me?

It must seem very underethal, do you make your pardon?

I loved you since the very first moment that I saw you

This time I can't!

The day in Boxhall 13 years ago, since then no hour in the day has passed

I have not thought of me

Please stop

I came to tell you before I left for India, but you didn't care

So I left, but I'm here now

No, what use is now?

You are too late

I prayed and prayed for a friend to come when they took away my little boy

and nearly killed me, that's when you should have come

I'm sorry

Georgie is my husband

and forever

I'm sorry too

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

I'm sorry

I'm no fool, Medjidomin

I can read the count sheet, which is how I know that most of the fun

which get mother and child

who wrote came from you

They could do no less when she was left without resources

You still mean to make me feel guilty?

Not at all

Father in his grief is not master of himself

but so you are a grandfather now

And a fine life I give the boy

And how much finer if it included a mother's love

She took your son away from you

but she gave you hers in return

and however much you loved your George

I can tell you so

She worships him still

There are other women, man

I can tell you so

Welcome to my house, Mama

Darling, Georgie

As far as our dog, okay, isn't it?

You and your mother can change with that now

Jean, I have half my father's fortune

and an old-school friend with a house on the royal crescent in Bath

Bath? Oh

So I may cross you off my list of things to worry about

Most certainly

Goodbye, Amelia

Goodbye, Jane

Tear down those dusty curtains, Amelia

employ some painters

and then go on holiday

A holiday?

Her Jazz Club

L

Chorale

You of your most extravagant V bron

that musical German's whisky

That rugs rather pretty.

I find you much better in bumbleguns.

The lace is so fine and so white and half the price it is in London.

May I make a present of it for you?

No, I have no use of white lace with him.

Ah, the Pumpernickel assembly rooms.

Uncle Dord, no.

The Pumpernickel Museum.

Would there be Susan Varma and Thumsgrews?

By heaven I hope so.

Bliss!

Wistkudskow!

Oh dear.

This is a company or brother that went further crimes against the mode.

Ah, I don't think I'm on the right page.

What?

It says it should be open.

It says it should be open.

It says it should be open.

The Pumpernickel Museum.

You have never played.

A team is you.

Never.

Play for me.

Bring me luck.

Choose a bat, even, or a rod.

Feat us off.

You are very much like your father.

How do you know about my father?

Why haven't your friend Jackson?

I'm gun.

It's a lady with.

You may take one kiss, judge.

Just a little one.

Come away.

My polishes madam.

Did you play?

No.

Your word is a gentleman you never will.

Yes, sir.

Come along, Saturday.

I'll follow. Goodbye, Dobbins.

I don't play to win.

I don't play at all.

No good, is it?

I play to forget.

But it doesn't work.

I cannot forget old times.

Everyone else changes.

Everyone forgets.

No one has any heart.

Oh, Mr. Rebecca, don't be sad.

You're not also wallowing in fond memories, Mr. Joseph.

Have a fairytale evening in Vauxhall, perhaps.

I think perhaps a veil is better drawn over that night, Mrs. Crawley.

That was one of the loveliest moments of my life.

The mistakes of our youth do haunt us.

I imagine Pumpernickel is dull and provincial compared to life in Bogley Waller, Mr. Joseph.

Bogley Waller.

I'm madam, I'm now magistrate of Bundlegunch.

Bundlegunch?

How utterly marvelous.

Oh.

Mrs.

It's really where you live.

You've brought a little joy tonight.

So life becomes sad, and so lonely.

No.

No.

No.

A little more bacon, will you?

No, Doc, don't take it all.

Morning.

Good heavens, Josh. I can smell your cologne in the water from in there.

I may see you at lunch.

Miss two meals are running.

Is he ill?

I'm from bottom.

No idea.

He's doppin' any of the nine.

It won't stay long. It won't steal anything.

Just here.

I'm sorry.

Mrs. Crawley.

Dad, say you're sorry to find me in reduced circumstances.

Well.

What else I hope?

I'm sorry to find me at home.

No, indeed.

What did he have? Do you remind me that there was one such thing in the world doesn't want to happen?

I say that to me.

Hey, Dad.

Mr. Joseph, that is not my treasure.

This is it.

Mrs. Crawley, allow me.

She is a most injured and virtuous female in sore need of a friend.

Promise me, Josh, you will not think of bringing that little minks here.

What little minks?

Marooned and pumpernickel without a friend in the world, Emmy.

An honest woman always has friends.

The Agonies Mrs. Crawley has endured are quite frightful to hear.

Rebecca, here.

I can't see her. Don't make me see her, William.

There's your answer, Josh.

She had a child.

The same age as Georgie, an angel, apparently.

And he adored his mama.

She adored him.

And they tore the baby, shrieking out of her arms.

I've heard that.

Yes.

Oh, Emmy, her tender heart is broken.

Amelia.

I mean, what exactly is she living on?

I am astonished at your lack of charity. She is my oldest friend.

Miss Charte was not always a good friend to you.

And she is a mother.

As I am.

I don't expect you to understand.

me to love her.

K I'm K I'm SAP.

enders tall.

Concern.

Oh!

Oh!

Get to the back of the queue.

The god brought him back to me.

Her faith, dear Becky.

I live only for the moment when I too should be reunited with mine.

Darling son.

Lord Jimmy, his hair.

Is it blonde or dark?

What?

He must have a lark of his precious hair.

And a locket or...

Good morning.

Lovely day.

What were you thinking of walking through the woods?

May I speak privately, Amelia?

No, you may not.

Speaks, her.

We are only two women and can be easily intimidated.

It is not a pleasure for me to perform this duty.

Paper seat quickly then.

A woman who is separated from her husband,

who lives in a hovel and frequents public gaming tables

is not a fit companion for a lady.

How dare you?

Or for a ten-year-old child.

If the charge is unfaithfulness to my husband,

I scorn it, if I you or anybody else to prove it.

If the charge is that I am poor, forsaken and wretched,

then yes, I am guilty of those faults and punished them every day.

If I have any authority.

Authority, you have none.

I choose my own friends.

Then you choose her or me.

Rebecca, we are leaving.

Will you stay a moment and speak to me, Amelia?

Please, upon my honour, it is not about you.

This is your authority, William.

I have no claim to authority, but I do have a claim to be heard.

That won't betray you on the night before the battle.

You were just my friend.

And now you insult the blessed memory of my husband.

Your language is crude and violent.

It disgusts me.

You don't mean this, I do.

Your conduct is unworthy, sir.

I have no claim to have.

All these years, I have loved and watched you.

I wonder, did I always know that the prize I had set my life on

was not worth winning?

Your heart clings faithfully to a memory

because that is all you are capable of.

Your soul is shallow.

You cannot feel a love as deep as mine.

It's real as mine.

The truth is you are not worthy.

You never were worthy of the lifetime.

Foolish love, I have devoted to you.

Goodbye, Amelia.

Let it end. We are both weary of it.

I wrote you.

I'm going to talk! I'm going to talk!

I'm going to talk!

Time to go!

I need me now!

I'm going to go!

I'm going to go!

I need you now!

I need you now!

I need you now!

I need you now!

Becky!

Becky!

Becky! Becky!

So many eligible gentlemen here.

Not all good husband material, I got on you.

I have my brother!

Trust me, it's even more looking after than you do.

And my father?

Oh, plus.

And you can't hang on to Georgie forever, I have no idea.

I have no idea.

You have to go to school and then what will you do?

You must have a husband.

This is crumbly.

Dear lady, I'm sketching I want to say to you,

the governor of Comtrey Island, your poor husband,

has fallen victim to yellow fever.

You have to go to the hospital.

I'm going to go to the hospital.

Even though your married life was not.

Please accept my motion and see her condolences.

Oh, you're poor little boy.

And so mother, upon the death of both my father and his brother.

And in consequence of the unmarried situation of my female cousins,

the estate now devolves upon me, so a rodden, crorally, but.

I write to appraise you of this unexpected state of affairs

and to advise you that as duty demands, I shall make you a small allowance.

I do not wish you to imagine this changes anything between us.

I do not wish to see you.

I do not wish you to write to me.

On no account should you ever attempt to make contact again.

I remain madam, your obedient servant.

Becky Sharp's son, Lord of the Manor.

Can you really call yourself lady crorally now?

See, why not?

As mother of the baronet, don't I count as some kind of dowager?

I'm not sure it works like that.

Depose the bitter.

Oh, God, look at this.

Father, please not another death.

Nobody's nerves can stand it.

The regiment embarks with Colonel and Mrs. O'Dowd for Calcutta

within the fortnight.

So the major dobin returns to India.

No doubt ladies, we will all wish him luck there.

I am my sweet little daughter.

Grew so stubborn and so proud.

I mean, I do not say my husband is in heaven

and I won't be responsible for my actions.

Amelia, we're being must have husbands

and one of the best gentlemen I ever saw has offered you a hundred times

and you have rejected him, you silly heartless, ungrateful little creature.

I tried to love him. I did try.

Dear heaven, Amelia, if I'd have the chance of a man with hearts

and fingers and the brains to match, I'd overlook his big feet.

There was a hundred times on the point of yielding.

Every time the memory.

The memory of a selfish humbug would neither wit nor man as nor heart.

George was not as he painted.

The memory of the man who was weary of you, who would have jilted you

but that dobin forced him to keep his word.

Why would anybody do that?

He was above Amelia because he loves you

because he wants your happiness above his own.

You always think you're so much wiser than me.

Because I am.

Because you need love in your life and I do not.

And because although you'll soon be thirty, you are still a child,

whereas I, I have been a woman since I was eight years old.

How do you think I learnt to be a survivor?

George told me himself he never cared for you.

And the week after he married you, he was chasing after me.

You were there, Amelia, you saw.

You know his handwriting.

He gave that to me.

He wanted me to run away with him.

He gave it to me under your nose at the ball the day before the battle.

The day before he was shot, which by the way served him right.

I don't need to read it.

I know you're right.

I've always known.

I was just too proud to have read meant that I could be such a fool.

If I can persuade you to marry the major, well, in my whole life,

that is my one good deed done.

So let's go home.

Let's find Penn and Hink. Let's write the major letter to bring him back.

Of course I see you. I'll help. I'm good at letters.

It's too late. It's never too late.

I wrote to him this morning.

You shameless?

Forward.

How sweet you're blessed to me.

Can you see anything?

Yes.

What?

No.

Too dark.

What if he doesn't come?

What if he doesn't come?

No.

Forgive me.

Dearest William, dearest friend of my heart, forgive me if ever you can.

There is nothing to forgive.

There is nothing to forgive.

Please, please.

Oh, brave soldier. Good shot, Georgie.

Such a clever boy.

He's a great friend.

I'm so proud.

He's a great friend.

He's a great friend.

He waited a very long time and won his heart's desire.

How did I?

My dear.

He never says a word to me that is not kind or gentle.

Nor thinks of a desire of mine without trying to gratify it.

But our daughter is the love of his life now.

None of us is ever happy in this world, except of course the major content at last.

And he deserves it, doesn't he?

Not one of us.

None of us ever gets what we want.

And when we do, it's not enough.

I have no other moral than this to tag to my story.

What's this?

Nobody's supposed to be enjoying themselves.

Nobody's supposed to come out well from my vanity fair.

Becky, go back here.

It's going too fast.

What nonsense is fun?

What if you fall off?

I've got nine lives.

What if I fall off?

We've got life insurance.

We've got life insurance.

We've got life insurance.

We've got life insurance.